Chapter Eleven
Laurie Nibbling was on all fours. Her long n*****s were rigid, and her shapely ass cheeks were rolling like ocean waves against the shore. Warm sweat coursed down her back, and for the first time in ages, the c**k pounding her red furred cunt had a relationship with her mind. She was wailing out the third orgasm of the evening when weirdness invaded. Perhaps two c***s inside her body at the same time would be fun. “Don’t stop now baby, I need a bunch more f*****g,” she screeched to the boy doing her doggie.
Jason didn’t believe his good luck; his mother’s lovely receptionist was buttering his c**k with enthusiasm. In secret, they had been getting it on since his high school graduation, and over the last few months she had been driving her little red BMW car the distance to
