You decide to leave before you get hard again and get consumed by the thought of fucking her as well. But you can’t leave without one last feast for your eyes.
“I’d love to see you sweat mommy, but I don’t think I can stay a moment longer without putting my cock inside of you if you keep doing this…”, you admit to her. She’s clearly amused.
Just when you thought you’re going to get away from the temptation of these feisty vixens, one of your mommies calls you back towards her. It goes without saying that you cannot resist the temptation.
“Don’t you want to be under here boy?”, she casually asks, sending so many signals up and down your brain, it ends up short-circuiting your entire system.
When you linger for a little longer than any other rational person would, she sweetens up the deal with a sweet sweet fruit that sometimes is considered so forbidden that men have often gone to war over it.
You head on over home after escaping temptation by a hair’s breadth to get ready for the upcoming wedding and see that your girlfriend is already set to leave. You almost pause to get everyone late because she looks prettier than the fucking bride.
“Hold your horses! I’m not done with my ensemble yet”, she says when you begin to compliment her. When she does complete her look, you see why you were too soon. Fuck! She looks like she herself is the bride.
“If you don’t mind weighing in on my outfit…” your roommate says to both of you as she walks in looking like the cleanest dirty bitch the town has ever seen.