She found it hard to
believe that the well-dressed and well-mannered schoolboy sitting
before her at the breakfast table had squirmed like a rutting
billygoat last night on his bed, her own panties draped over his
face. Porn She was trembling. Shawn ate slowly and quietly, with his mouth closed. Ricky’s eyes rolled back, showing only white. Alicia felt herself flush. His prick felt like a steel branding iron inside
her cunt, a relentlessly ramming branding iron. “Momma, oh Momma!” The boy was whimpering, humping, fucking
faster, harder. It was too bad,
because this was the first breakfast she’d eaten with her sons in a
long time. He
shook in her arms, moaning, firing again, then again. “Fuck!” he mumbled.
