Looking at those beautiful legs and the perky buttocks, I couldn't help but imagine what it would feel like if I hugged my mother from behind and rubbed my penis between her legs or between her buttocks. As I thought about it, the penis under my crotch gradually became hard, and a bulge appeared in my loose sweatpants. I really wanted to reach out and ravage her hard, but I didn't have the courage to do so. In my eyes, my mother is a noble and inviolable existence.
Mom only felt that his hands were so hot that they made her heart palpitate, and her face seemed to be burned. Who else could touch her like this except her husband? What's more, the bastard in front of her was a criminal. A police officer was actually played with her private parts by a criminal. Such a ridiculous thing... "Catch these drug dealers and avenge Li Gang!" Mom kept repeating in her heart, forcing herself not to think about what was happening in front of her. Wang Shuai excitedly rub
How do immortals make love? Are male and female immortals the same as mortals when they make love? Most immortals in novels attach great importance to their chastity, even men. Only a small number of lechers and certain demon cultivators who like to take yin to replenish yang and take yang to replenish yin are exceptions. In this work, adult content generally follows the story, that is, erotic content and plot are inseparable. I want to make the characters and worldview as real and three-dimensi
Novel type: incest, mother, son, sister, elder sister, aunt, teacher, neighbor. I kissed my mother's smooth forehead and whispered softly: "Mom, how nice it would be if you could really be my wife?" "Mom, do you know? I really want to take care of you, take care of you for the rest of my life." "Mom, how nice it would be if I were not your son?" "Mom, the most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you. I want to be with you forever and ever..." "Mom, I love you so much..."
"Why did you install this steel pipe in your home?" "My mother is pregnant, so I installed a steel pipe so that she can spin around on it and exercise." Several renovation workers looked at the mother and son in front of them. They probably never dreamed that the mother was carrying the son's child, and they couldn't imagine that Zhang Yang's real purpose of installing this steel pipe was to let his pregnant mother wear a leather jacket and do a striptease with this steel pipe.
I created a more realistic image of a mother: as a mother, she is a good mother who can earn money to support the family; as a woman, she is a bad woman. For her own ugly desires and to possess her son, she schemed against her son, gave her son aphrodisiacs, framed her son's girlfriend, and finally succeeded in turning her son into her husband.
The queen finally felt the horror of this torture. She had to struggle repeatedly between lowering her head and raising it, constantly choosing between the pain of torturing her vagina and anus. The audience liked to see a noble woman torturing herself in such a lowly way.
Sex Contents: Some Sex | Genre: Erotica Tags: Coercion, Slavery, Fiction, BDSM, Gang Bang Downloads: 955 | Votes:* | Score:* Size: 37KB | 6,874 words |
Posted:in progress
Mom suddenly said in a muffled voice: "You... hurry up... your dad will be home soon..." My heart was shocked. I looked at the clock on the wall and it was almost 11:30. I knew that my father would be home in ten minutes, so I propped myself up and picked up Mom, thrusting into her vagina with great force, while licking her breasts with my mouth... The son was raping his own mother in his father's bed.
On the bus, I always stuck close behind my mother. At first, I just pressed my body against her back. She was about the same height as me, and her hips were just at the position of my lower abdomen.
At this moment, my son was obscenely putting his face on my buttocks, gently stroking my inner thighs with his hands and rubbing his face back and forth on my buttocks like a spoiled child. I couldn't help but blush, and hurriedly covered the microphone with my hands, turned my head and whispered to my son with my mouth: "Stop it! It's your dad!" My son felt like he was electrocuted when he heard this! He was immediately frightened and at a loss, and stood up from behind me tremblingly. I looked