Such Dirty Girls Part Two

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“Mmm,” my mother moaned and she began to part the lips of my pussy with her tongue. “Mama’s baby girl really wants it.” “Yes,” I answered her, even though I was not sure if she was asking a question to me or not. “I want it so bad mama.” I looked down to see the smile on my mothers face. Part of me wondered if I had fallen asleep on the couch and this was some kind of dream, but it felt way to real to be a dream. “But wait,” I tried to get out, my body trying to lift up. She stopped me from talking and caused me to fall back against the couch as she slid the bottle a little deeper into me. I pushed down against it, wanting to take the whole thing inside of me. She could tell what I wanted and pushed hard one more time, getting the bottle almost all the way into me as she found my clit with her tongue. It was then that I lost control. My istanbul travesti hips bucked up against the bottle and my pussy grabbed onto it tightly. “Of fuck, yes, I’m cumming,” I screamed, my body shaking as wave after wave of orgasm hit me. My mom continued to fuck me nice and hard with the cooler bottle. I screamed and thrust repeatedly, until my body finally went limp. She stopped moving the bottle but left it deep inside of me. I pussy throbbed around it, grabbing it tightly then loosening around it. I shook occasionally, glancing down at my mother who was looking up at me. Soon she pulled the bottle quickly out of my pussy, it felt so amazing that I almost had another orgasm. She then crawled over the top of me. She held a bottle that was a quarter of the way full with my juices. She brought the istanbul travestileri bottle up to her lips and drank it down, it made my insides flutter, the thought of my mother drinking all my sweet honey. “Mmm, you taste so good baby girl,” my mother moaned with her lips against the bottle, my juices running lightly down her chin. I got up from where I was and sat myself down on her lap. I bent forward and licked the juice up from her chin, my tongue stopping at her lips. I kissed her softly and she moaned against my lips. My breasts pushed against her body and made my pussy tingle. I grinded my pussy against her skirt covered legs and moaned back against her mouth. She wrapped her arms around me and ran her fingers down my back. I kissed her lips a while longer, moving my lips down her jaw and around travesti her neck. She leaned her head back giving me all of the access that I needed. I bit and licked her neck, leaving little tiny red marks in a trail. I slowly climbed off of her lap and moved down to the ground. I sat on my knees in front of my mothers legs. She looked down at me with so much lust in her eyes. It made my heart pound and my pussy drip. Sliding my hand up the side of her leg under her skirt. My fingers tingled against the feel of her stockings. I then moved my hands down her legs and began to pull off her black heels. I loved how classy she looked in her business suit. Once I had her shoes off, I reached back up into her skirt. I growled as my fingers dipped between her legs, yearning to touch her mature beautiful pussy. I was stopped from my mission by the stockings. Not wanting to waste any time removing them properly, I ripped then down the middle. Revealing a lacy black thong. I ran my fingers over it softly but hard. I looked up at my mother when she moaned and smiled. She had her head pressed against the couch and her eyes were closed.

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