Two sluts share a cock in the army

I was lost staring down her cleavage. “You're good at that.” “Thanks, Mom,” I said. “Just want to make you happy. You deserve it. You work so hard.” “I do,” she sighed, her chair creaking. She let out another groan. “Mmm, yes, that's what I need. You've got just that special touch.” I could have massaged her forever. Would have. I worked her shoulders for what felt like hours but was only minutes. I was drifting through my fantasies, imagining all the naughty things we would do. I would slide my dick into her. I would cumshot make her cum over and over. She would gasp on her desk, crying out in release as I gave her a truly satisfying massage. And then she said, “That was nice, Sean.” “Oh...” big I tried not to sound disappointed like a petulant boy, but... “You don't need me to continue.” “No, no, I'm ready to get back to it.” My fingers squeezed her one last time and she groaned, “Please, Sean, I have to work. But... thanks.” “Sure,” I said, my dick so hard. I pulled my hands away. For a moment, I didn't know what to do until she said, “Close my door on the way out, please.” “Yeah, Mom.” I swallowed and headed out, my dick throbbing. I needed to do something. Maybe I could slip away and jerk-off. It would be better if Mom did something to me, but... I closed her office door behind her. “I'll say that went well,” Mrs. Elliston facial said from her desk. “Huh?” I asked. She glanced down at my crotch and smiled. My cheeks burned and I shifted, which only made her laugh wickedly. I felt even more like a boy. A part boobs of me wanted to turn around, march in, and show my mother I was a man right here, right now. “Do big it, you freshman futa-bitch!” And being naked makes it worse. He found the button on the back of skirt, freed it and then slowly ran the zipper down to its destination. Thank you. Then they stopped and all three had every hand on it. His gaze stops on my wife for a long while. Brock’s, or Bridgette’s, boyfriend was a sore subject for Master. cumshot Jason finally took a breath. Her lace panties covered her pronounced pudenda, you can see her bulge of blonde pubic hair that showed through the delicate fabric, suppressing an ecstatic groan at the sight of her dead, neat, shapely legs so nicely encased in sheer black silk and the dainty black hi heels on her delicate dead feet. As she finished her wine she considered having another but didn’t, she needed to be boobs in control of her faculties, she returned to her facial room. They walked over to their section. Emily glared back down at her desk, fingers tightening painfully on the edges of the worn laminate surface. “Thank you for the kiss.” Zach continued serving drinks as the stragglers arrived.