Chapter 8

Claire did not show favoritism. Her lustful vagina seemed to have opened a valve and was very excited by her son’s manipulation. Her little mouth was not idle either, praising Bernard’s cock all the time, and her soft little hands were stroking it non-stop.

Excitement hit Claire’s heart again, and she was almost dying of excitement. At this moment, she would agree to anything she was asked to do.

Bernard looked at Frank, and Frank looked into his eyes. The father and son understood each other and immediately had the same idea.

Frank held Claire in his arms and lay under her, letting Claire lie flat on him. He then held his penis against the opening of Claire’s hole and slowly pushed one-third of it in.

Bernard half-knelt in front of Claire, spread her legs, and instead of pushing his penis up first, he placed two fingers at the junction, then dug into Claire’s vagina, squeezing in the two joints little by little.

“ah...”

Claire’s pussy suddenly couldn’t bear the joint play of father and son. Frank’s size was big to begin with, and when he inserted it into the lustful and wet vagina, it could stretch the entire vagina to its maximum. Not to mention the insertion of fingers, there was really no space at all.

What’s more, the two fingers that Bernard had inserted were not at peace. They kept rushing around in the vagina and restlessly searching her flesh walls.

“Ah ... I’m going to die, ah ... ah ... husband, son, no ... don’t, ah ... I can’t take it, oh ... ah...” Claire couldn’t stop moaning and couldn’t help but beg for mercy.

But the father and son were in high spirits and didn’t listen to Claire’s pleas at all. Instead, they continued to do what they were going to do excitedly.

The pussy was constantly being fucked and the pussy juice was coming out.

After squeezing his fingers in, Bernard began to expand them outwards, using two fingers to stretch Claire’s pussy continuously, thrusting Frank’s penis in and out of her pussy. When he felt Claire’s pussy loosen up, he stuffed a third finger in, stretching it upwards together.

The vaginal fluid has space and keeps making this obscene sound.

“Ah ... ah ... it’s so stretched, it’s going to break, ah ... ah ... husband, son, my pussy is going to be stretched to break, ah...” Claire screamed.

He didn’t pull out his fingers until he felt the expansion was almost done, and his fingers were covered with Claire’s vaginal fluid.

He smeared it on his penis, mixed it with the liquid secreted from his urethra, and evenly spread it on the glans. Then he held the base of his penis and moved his body forward a little, letting the glans rest against Claire’s hole. At the same time, he also pressed against Frank’s penis inserted in Claire’s hole and slowly pushed it in.