The First Thrust – Stretching Limits
They moved to the living room. Love bent gracefully over the coffee table, ass up, legs spread invitingly. Hank stepped behind her, his enormous dark cock slapping heavily against her pale, soft cheeks.
"Ohhh… it's so big," Love gasped the moment the thick head pressed against her already dripping pussy. Her eyes fluttered wide, mouth forming a perfect O of pleasure as inch after thick inch sank deep inside her.
Dexter watched from the side, cake forgotten, his caged dick straining painfully. He could see every vein disappearing into his wife's stretched hole.
Love moaned sweetly, her voice still carrying that maternal warmth even in the middle of being impaled. "Mmm, listen to that, sweetie… Mommy's pussy is taking him so deep. It doesn't even squeeze your little penis anymore, does it, baby? But that's okay. Mommy still loves her tiny husband. You just keep watching and learning how a real man fills Mommy up."
Hank groaned, gripping her hips. "Your little husband's dick doesn't even touch the sides anymore."
Love laughed softly, a gentle, teasing sound. "No, it really doesn't. Poor little thing… but you're still Mommy's good boy for letting this happen."