Chapter 17

Frank was breathing heavily. He withdrew his hands that were on Claire’s clitoris and spread her pussy open to allow the cock to move in and out more smoothly. He pulled it out completely each time and then thrust it back in hard. After doing this for more than a dozen times, he changed the frequency and went deeper and deeper.

The thick and long penis repeatedly thrust in and out of Claire’s pussy, causing Claire’s pussy juice to splash and making gurgling sounds.

“Oh ... so comfortable, so good, Mom, why are you so slutty? I’m going to fuck you to death, fuck you little bitch, you deserve to be fucked so badly.” Frank was furious, his eyes were full of bloodshot, and he kept uttering cruel words.

The giant thing under his crotch is like a pile driver, turning madly in his mother’s pussy, determined to drain out all the vaginal fluid from his mother’s pussy. He can take a good look at what his mother’s vagina is made of, and why it is so wet!

“Fuck you.”

“Ahhh ... I can’t take it anymore. I’m coming, son. Mommy’s going to orgasm again, ah ... ah...” Claire curled up her body and subconsciously tried to grab Frank’s arm, screaming as she reached her orgasm.

As Claire’s vagina contracted even more violently during her orgasm, Frank’s cock felt extremely comfortable being clamped there. It was almost difficult for him to get it in and out, but being clamped by her like this, he felt waves of pleasure coming over him.

Frank lay exhausted on Claire’s body, breathing heavily, the giant thing under his crotch thrusting frantically inside the vagina, and he shot more than ten times and refused to pull out.

“It feels so good, ah ... Mom, your vagina is so tight and hot, your son really likes it, ah...” The position where Frank lay down just happened to be on Claire’s breast, and he took the opportunity to bite Claire’s breast.

They eat with big mouthfuls, just like a baby in swaddling clothes. No matter how old they are, they can’t let go of their mother’s breasts when they see them.

“Ah ... ah ... ah...” Claire no longer has the strength to scream, and can only spend the holiday with you while moaning softly at her body’s reactions.

Her body was always exhausted after an orgasm, so she could only let Frank play with her. Her round and firm breasts quickly responded when Frank was eating them, and they became as hard as black grapes.

The love juice in the vagina gushed out quickly, actually washing out Frank’s half-soft penis that was inserted inside.

“Ah ... ah ... so comfortable, ah...” Claire’s face flushed and she looked satisfied.

Frank looked at Claire lovingly and smiled, “Mom, you are so slutty. So much vaginal fluid has flowed out of your vagina that it has even washed out your son’s penis.”

Frank simply pulled out his penis, carried Claire back to her and her father’s bedroom.

Claire’s vagina had been fucked too many times, and the tender flesh inside the hole suddenly couldn’t close. Thick white semen and hot vaginal fluid slowly flowed out of the hole, and the bed sheets that had just been changed were instantly made a mess.

How lewd.

Frank said nothing, and like a hungry wolf, he pounced on Claire again and entangled with his mother.

Frank finally has some free time, so he has to play with his mom as much as possible to feel that he has had enough fun!

Bernard found marks on Claire’s body when he came home from get off work at night.

Her body was fine after they had sex during the day, especially the red marks on the inside of her thighs, which were actually not caused by eczema. After taking a shower, Claire sat on the small sofa in the bedroom and browsed her phone. The light in front of her eyes suddenly dimmed. When she looked up, she saw Bernard standing in front of her, blocking most of the light.

And from this angle, Bernard’s face doesn’t look very good.

There is no doubt that Frank and Claire must have done it again while I was not at home, and they did it very fiercely and violently, and it is possible that they did it more than once.

Otherwise, Claire wouldn’t have so many marks on her body.

Claire understood Bernard’s extreme jealousy and envy. She pursed her lips and put the phone aside.

She was about to stand up and ask Bernard what happened, but before she could get up, Bernard grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back onto the sofa in a very tough manner.

“Ah...” Claire cried out softly, and the next moment Bernard was pressing on her, his arms resting on the sofa beside her, trapping Claire in his arms.

When he finished this series of things, his lips just brushed the corner of Claire’s lips, slid across her face, and slid to just below her earlobe.