“Bill, Bill, please don’t stop please. I... Imma cum!” I whimpered between moans. He shoved a finger inside and rubbed a spot I never knew exist...d. I couldn’t help but scream as rifts of pleasure took hold of my body and shook me to the core, causing me to squirt on Bill’s face and arm.He stopped, giving me a minute to catch my breath before asking, “How’d that feel?”I still couldn’t breathe and just pulled him down, kissing him hard on the mouth. He slowly pulled off his shirt, allowing me to. "Well thanks for letting me feel a little grown up... as muchas you can in a diaper anyway..."She squeezed me tight and carried me downstairs. Once I was sat in thehigh chair she brought a me-sized mug of steaming coffee to me black."Do you need sugar?" she asked.I shook my head. "No, it's good like this!" I told her as I savored thevapors coming over it. I took a tentative sip and felt like I was inheaven. The latte bottles were good, but this was coffee as it wassupposed to be enjoyed! I let. I asked if she wanted to get into the shower n she pushed me back onto the bed right by where her daughter slept. She crawled up my body pausing for a moment as I pulled her bottoms off over her perfect round tan ass. She straddled my face her waxed smooth pussy with puffy lips lowered into my face. I could smell her wild pheromones as I licked up n down her married slit, she moaned over n over as she grinded her sweet slit up n down my tounge, I buried my wet tounge deep into her tight hole. I trembled as I did what she said. She then strapped my arms to the side of the bench and my legs apart at the rear.The bench raised my arse up and the way she strapped my legs meant that my tight little hole was at full view.Before I knew what was happening I felt her strong hand spank my backside. She rained blows down on my cheeks repeatedly telling me how she loved sluts who liked pain and how she could tell I was a complete whore.Her hand moved away and she then replaced it with a paddle..
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