Does staring at my tits make you that hard, President Carver?”
“I think it does,” I purred, kissing my daughter’s shoulder. xnx You and Mom.”
“Mmm,” I just purred, drifting on the bliss of my orgasm. Her face pressed into my crack. Leyla’s eyes fell on my pussy, my dark bush matted with her brothers’ jizz. I was such a shameful woman. “Your mom will freak when we have math.”
“It’s fine,” I said, shrugging my shoulders. I loved it. The Black girl rushed over, her exposed hair short and fuzzy, in a little mini-afro that made her look so cute. “He’s cumming in me, Mother!”
“Wonderful,” Mom moaned, her face twisting with ecstasy. Pass you around like a party favor.”
“Do that!” I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. He slid lower, brushing my freshly shaved pussy.
