Soon he was shoving a whole finger into my foundation. Roland has huge hands and fingers as thick as my cock. He has always been a manual worker. He rotated to expand my possibilities, and when I was a little loosened up, he added a second. With his two fingers, he began to massage my prostate. I progressed in enjoyment. With his other hand, he caressed Samuel, took care of his nipples, ran his palm over his neck, which he lowered to taste his penis. To stoop for him, the term is well chosen. My son had lowered himself to suck his prick, I had lowered myself to clean his dirtiest part. We stoop for him.A caress from Roland's fingers running through my rectum. I was moaning for real, continuously. He fucked my anus with his fingers. Meanwhile, my tongue sank further and further, visited more deeply his privacy. I wanted, while licking that ass, to suck his cock. Since I couldn't do it, it was her anus that satisfied my hunger. Because that was it: I was hungry for him. Suddenly his fingers stopped moving. He took them away. I was brutally cold, and felt a deep emptiness. Disappointment, too. He stood up.I looked at him, my eyes imploring. Like a vulgar slut, I touched my nipples, touched my cock which, now, no longer interested me. I wanted him. I saw his manly and imposing penis, endowed with all the rights, his prominent belly which dominated me, his powerful thighs and his huge balls. He looked at me from all his height. He put his foot over my mouth. With delight, in total submission, I passed my tongue between her toes, moaning. I passed my hands lasciviously between my raised thighs, and approached my fingers to my hole. I found it supple, moist and hot.With a flick, he made me turn my head and abandon my task. He grabbed me by the mouth, suddenly spat in my face."Bitch!"Then he turned me on my stomach, my buttocks raised, and my face at ground level.Turning his head slightly, I saw him kneel down, his legs encircling mine, and his glans protruding from my parting. He gave me a loud slap on the buttock."Spread your ass, big whore!" Again, I complied. I looked down, red with shame. My stepfather was going to fuck me, like a female. And I was just waiting for that. He was right. I was wet. I was a bitch for him. He was laughing. He made me lick the fingers he fingered me with.I could not any more. I was humiliated as ever my anus opened and closed in turn. He had come alive. He was hungry. His huge sex slid in my wet line. His left hand was pinching my ass. He took his right. I couldn't take it anymore. I implored him, my ass open."Fuck me, fuck me, take me! I'll do whatever you want, I'll lick your feet, I'll suck your dick, but please FUCK ME!"I tried to grab his cock with my ass. But that was apparently not enough. He still didn't penetrate me. I was literally dripping. I would have told him anything. I was starting to cry. He made the pleasure last, I could do nothing but wait for his pleasure. Then suddenly, a searing pain shot through my brain. My eyes widened and my breath caught.My son leaned over me: "He shoved half of it all at once. You must be in pain. But don't worry, you'll like it!" He caressed my back, slowly, talking to me softly."Calm, calm, relax, you'll be fine, I'll take good care of you, go. Here, eat this!" He offered me his fingers to suck.After a few moments, I began to relax. He felt it and began to gently pull his cock back, before thrusting it back into me forcefully.I felt... invaded. I had something warm, vibrant and powerful taking over my foundation. Reassuring hands held me by the hips.He took a few moments to pat my neck, or caress my sides. He played a few seconds with my breasts. My breath was coming back. It was getting warm, and deep... I was soon sighing. When he entered, I felt fulfilled. I was fine... When he retired, I felt empty, and I wanted him to take his place again. But it was the slow caress of his manhood in my wetness that gave me the most pleasure. I was starting to feel something in my balls. A kind of passing electricity. Suddenly, in a rattle, he plunged completely into me, drawing me to him."Here, it's mine!"His huge balls covered mine, more modest. His pelvis glued to mine testified to his dominance over me. Her stomach crushing my loins now, her legs controlling mine, her large hands allowing her to put me on. He pulled out the length of his cock, and plunged it back with vigor and determination into my gaping hole. Was he impaling me, or was I the glove for his dick? I served as a bag in which he plunged his manhood. He gradua ...

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