1. A SHAMELESS COUPLE. CHAPTER THREE


    Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: crazyxxxcash, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    went limp beneath him and he pulled his worn and swollen cock out her tight ass pussy and backed up. She was panting…staring up at him. “I…I thought…you liked…fat women,” she muttered between heaves. “You’ll get there,” he said and slapped her plump little ass before throwing the blanket back over her. Having said that, he walked out and shut her door back without another word. 2:23 AM Janet blinked and scanned around her darkened room. The light from her closet was still on. It had been a dream but she was so horny now. She pulled the blanket back and gawked at the front of her sl**p-shirt. When she moved, she could tell her panties were drenched as well. Her slumber had yielded a twisted version of what really happened. Having peeped on her mother and her boyfriend…she’d returned to her room with them none the wiser of it. Then she’d gotten dressed and actually gone to bed. Nothing near as exciting as what she’d dreamed. She wondered what would have happened if Roger had turned around and seen her watching them? Most likely he wouldn’t have been so bold as to walk naked into her room while her mother was home…that was certain. But then again…they were fucking big as all hell right next door to her with their damn door open and the light on. What the screw was up with that? Did they just get carried away and forget it was open? Or had they left it open intentionally in order to invite viewing? Randall had been in the living room. Surely he stood just as much chance hearing ...
    and seeing them as she did. Was that a thing? This was the first time Randall had spent the night at their place…so was this something they did for him? It hadn’t happened before when he wasn’t there. She rolled out of bed and looked at the digital alarm clock on her bedside table. The green numbers displayed 2:24 AM. Despite the time, she was wide ass awake. No doubt her perverted dream had much to do with that. She tiptoed toward her door and eased it open. The whole apartment was dead quiet and the door to her mother’s room was shut now. A light in the kitchen somewhat illuminated the length of hall enough that she could see where she was going as she padded down its length toward the living room. The television was still on…randomly flickering light and imagery, but the sound was muted. Randall was nowhere to be seen. As she walked, she caught something on her foot. Bending down, she picked the mysterious and soft item up and realized it was her mother’s sl**p-shirt. She didn’t think much about it until she detected the smell of the living room. The scent was musky and almost rank. It smelled like a cross between a locker room and pussy. She stepped closer to the couch and spied a pair of shorts and…boys’ underwear discarded by the television not too far from the chair Randall had been sitting in all night. Suddenly startled, she looked down and realized the boy was on the couch right in front of her buried in a blanket with a pillow over his head. He stirred and moved and ...
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