“Merry Christmas,” he said. XXX “Okay,” I moaned, before adding, “could you please close the door.”
“Yes, of course,” he said, pulling out of the lustful trance he was in. “Merry Christmas,” he said. “My son isn’t here,” I said, making her wait longer. “Two down, one to go,” I moaned, as I milked his cock for all his sweet cum. I smiled. “Such a dirty slut,” he countered, as he grabbed the lube, turned me around and poured lube on my ass cheeks. A mother of two, head of the community council and choir leader at church was calling herself a ‘cum bucket’. “It’s just,” I began, trying to look shy and nervous, a hint at my submissive side.
