When I’m kathrine
I laid on my belly with my legs pulled up, my back arched and my broad forty-inch ass pushed in the air holding Martin’s wrists tight grunting as he sawed his very large prick deep into my ass. For over an hour, he had been plowing me in my overly horny stretched-out asshole as sweat dripped from his young, lean body onto my back. I knew he was ready to cum and needed to cum. But, I wasn’t ready for him to cum. I wanted him to keep pounding away at my asshole until I couldn’t walk. Today, I needed him to fuck me till I couldn’t walk. Martin is my twenty-seven-year-old son and has been fucking me off and on since he was twenty-one. He is not the one that started this. I was …