Her hands joined John’s on the back of Marla’s head, helping to force her mother’s mouth onto her succulent snatch. “Yes, you’re giving Mrs. Free porn “Come here, Rob,” John said to me. He groped her tits through her blouse with one hand while he reached around her neck and pressed his fingers around her throat with the other. Marla, whose face grimaced in ecstatic distress, was not looking at the cock she was sucking. Again I could feel John’s dick as it intermittently created a firm bulge in Marla’s soft insides. Ashamed, Terrell zipped himself up and stormed out of the room. He lurched forward, sending his long pole all the way into Marla’s accommodating cunt.
