The Munch
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A Brunch Munch free porn video
Justine wants to blow and screw her boyfriend, Darren, dressed only in his shirt. Seems her mum Judy has already surprised Darren in the kitchen.
I went down the stairs in Darren’s shirt....
There had been a sudden extraordinarily sexy raunchiness that filled me when I put on Darren’s shirt. It was the first time I had ever done it.
My lover boy was down stairs in my kitchen, in only his boxers; getting us brunch.
I was in front of the mirror in my room, checking out myself in his light blue shirt. It suits my sapphire eyes and long brunette hair. I felt like I was inside him, not my boyfriend inside me. It was the size of the shirt. It was large and hanging free to the top of my thighs. Nothing underneath and that added to the special sexy glow I felt all over me. The top buttons open; the shape of my bouncy breasts visible. Then there was the smell. The cotton fabric imbued with my guy. Darren was with me when he wasn’t with me.
I couldn’t wait. I’m going downstairs to turn Darren on and well fuck him in the kitchen. He can brunch munch on my pussy for starters. If he found sausages in the fridge they can wait. I want to make his hot dog sizzle in my gob.
The mirror took my reflection; one more time. God I was hot: I was even more sexier and vulnerable girly because of a guy’s shirt. Strange but true.
I was bounding down the stairs. Home alone; my mum sleeping over somewhere with her latest fuckbuddy. Harsh on my mum; but true. Divorced milf; she saw a pair of pants and had to take them down.
My Darren would stop buttering the breakfast muffins or scrambling eggs or whatever because he would see me. His cock would get erect through his silky boxers. Then his eyes would rove from my partly exposed breasts between the undone buttons, to the real prize, my pussy just hidden centimeters above the flaps of his shirt. Mmm flaps hiding flaps. The shirt dangling like my wet lips, poised to be lifted like my clit cowl; but now swaying with my happy movement down the stairs; fluttering high like butterfly wings on my sleek shaved legs and only barely covering my curvy, swollen butterfly lips.
I was through the kitchen door:
“Oh My God; you bitch” I exclaimed loudly; then added; “You bastard.”
I actually needed to say the two both at once. I saw two things I hadn’t ever visualized together, my mum’s mouth and Darren’s erect cock.
Well there was a third; my mum was frickin naked. I mean I’d seen her around the bathroom or her bedroom in her briefs. Her breasts exposed before putting on a bra or a slutty dress but never the full buff.
Near the kitchen bench: there was my mum sucking off Darren. His boxers were around his ankles and his cock happily wrapped in my mum’s lips. Well I had seen it disappear to the back of her slutty throat and her tongue tip around his glans before she took his whole glistening hard shaft fully again: the slut.
“Oh honey...it’s all alright “said mum; releasing Darren’s pecker from the sucking vacuum that was her mouth. “He’s got plenty to share, come over here.”
My mum was still tugging and yanking Darren’s cock while saying this.
Darren just gave me the male: Well I have a cock, look: you know their excuse: it’s a guy’s cock not his feelings in a relationship that causes all men’s problems with spare women and penis opportunism. Blame my cock sweetie. But you love my cock too.
I knew it: guys and their own penis obsession.
Problem was I had my own cock addiction and my mum was giving my favorite piece of Darren back to me. Off course I took it.
I had my lover boy’s dick in my mouth. I was slurping along his already over greased pole: thanks mum. I didn’t have to work my semi flaccid guy up. He was already super hard. So stiff and I was taking him deep. I could match my mum, even though I came close to gagging a couple of times.
My mum was licking Darren’s constricting ball sack. Now tight against his body. Between us we had my boy really groaning.
The sexual surprise of my senior college year which had been; taking Darren’s cum in my mouth for the first time was joined by the sensation of my own hand being guided onto my own mother’s breast. Yes it was a breast and yes there was a hard nipple: like I have. But it was my mum’s and it was also my first time touching another woman.
The surprises came exponentially after that like multiple orgasms. My mum getting her own hand under Darren’s shirt to my shaved pussy. Her touch generated a sheer sensual sexual surge. The knowing knowledge of forbidden pleasure and it was exceptionally good as my wetness spread out under my mother’s gliding, probing fingers. Sleek crumpled girly flesh so instantly alive to touch. Then demanding it continue.
There is something after all in that saying: a mother’s intuition. Well my mum knew exactly what to do.
She instructed Darren to the floor. He was prone but his cock manfully upright. My tight pussy easing over his cock as my mother on her haunches had her pussy lips hanging over Darren’s mouth.
I got to work on his cock. I was flexing up and down off the balls of my feet. My pussy jamming down ball deep onto my lover boy.
My dirty mum was enjoying it as Darren jammed his tongue into her held open pussy lips. She was moaning; the whore. Still I was watching, I could learn a pussy trick or two here for my own later enjoyment. The dirty bitch was fingering her own clitty to a climax.
I was pounding down faster on to Darren’s dick in my own excitement and the naughty pleasure of seeing my mum get herself off.
Darren was lost in male dick pleasure and two pussies sharing his body.
Unbelievable; I saw my own mother, Judy; climax in front of me and her pussy leak moisture into Darren’s mouth.
I was then manic in my actions. Really arching my body up high and plunging my cunny back around my Darren’s great dick. The pleasure intense. My orgasm ordained by my body. Prescribed too by the improper events coursing around and through us three.
My mum the trollop was behind me. She was licking Darren’s ball bag; willing his explosion within me. The hoe though sent waves of unheralded, unbelievable pleasure through my body as she rimmed and fingered my anus. My cute private little virgin pucker hole; off limits till now; to even Darren or myself. I had never ventured there.
Darren was thrusting up into me desirous now of only releasing his totally straining jizz wad. I was grinding into his pubic bone in clitty and pussy chock-full enjoyment. My mum spat in my arsehole and was finger fucking my butt hole. The milf slag was also somehow nibbling Darren’s nuts at the same time.
My clitty was throbbing and my mum’s delicious arsehole work made me climax effusively. Irrepressible, ebullient happiness in myself as a woman.
Darren was driving to his release. Fixated on it and boy did he groan loudly as he filled me.
My mum eased his cock out of me and surprised me again:
“Suck it off...Justine, she said “While it tender...he won’t be able to stand but...he’ll want you to stop but not stop...suck it ...Justine.”
I was bending over lover boy giving his cock extra dibs.
Darren was clearly in paradise as I sucked off his softening to retracting flaccid dick. Caught in that fine blur between exquisite pleasure and near tender sensitive, gratification overload.
Then my mum did the same to me. Nuzzling her head somehow between my legs from behind and slurping up Darren’s cum juices and my girly liquid too. Insanely pleasing. Beyond what a body should demand or get. Yet once started my pussy pleaded for more through my soft moans. My clitty pushing into my mummy’s tongue; requisitioning additional pleasure and demanding it seemed a second orgasm. My greedy needy clitty commandeering my mind to liberate my body; into its rapturous, first ever; double climax bliss.
Darren was released. I couldn’t multi task. Luckily: he was truly male finished.
My mum was giving me the brunch munch of my life. She a*****ed my petite swollen clitty between her lips. Sucking me off like I had a tiny penis. My clitty imploded. It burst spasms of happy pleasure through my pussy and my body. I was smattered with bodily ecstasy.
Darren saw my full flush. Still caught in his cock’s novel delight but fully aware of my new experiences too.
Mummy dear sent us both up to my bed: to snuggle and cuddle as the young sexually active pair we were. Promising to bring up brunch for three in bed and continue instructing us two in the delights of kinky sex.
I went down the stairs in Darren’s shirt....
There had been a sudden extraordinarily sexy raunchiness that filled me when I put on Darren’s shirt. It was the first time I had ever done it.
My lover boy was down stairs in my kitchen, in only his boxers; getting us brunch.
I was in front of the mirror in my room, checking out myself in his light blue shirt. It suits my sapphire eyes and long brunette hair. I felt like I was inside him, not my boyfriend inside me. It was the size of the shirt. It was large and hanging free to the top of my thighs. Nothing underneath and that added to the special sexy glow I felt all over me. The top buttons open; the shape of my bouncy breasts visible. Then there was the smell. The cotton fabric imbued with my guy. Darren was with me when he wasn’t with me.
I couldn’t wait. I’m going downstairs to turn Darren on and well fuck him in the kitchen. He can brunch munch on my pussy for starters. If he found sausages in the fridge they can wait. I want to make his hot dog sizzle in my gob.
The mirror took my reflection; one more time. God I was hot: I was even more sexier and vulnerable girly because of a guy’s shirt. Strange but true.
I was bounding down the stairs. Home alone; my mum sleeping over somewhere with her latest fuckbuddy. Harsh on my mum; but true. Divorced milf; she saw a pair of pants and had to take them down.
My Darren would stop buttering the breakfast muffins or scrambling eggs or whatever because he would see me. His cock would get erect through his silky boxers. Then his eyes would rove from my partly exposed breasts between the undone buttons, to the real prize, my pussy just hidden centimeters above the flaps of his shirt. Mmm flaps hiding flaps. The shirt dangling like my wet lips, poised to be lifted like my clit cowl; but now swaying with my happy movement down the stairs; fluttering high like butterfly wings on my sleek shaved legs and only barely covering my curvy, swollen butterfly lips.
I was through the kitchen door:
“Oh My God; you bitch” I exclaimed loudly; then added; “You bastard.”
I actually needed to say the two both at once. I saw two things I hadn’t ever visualized together, my mum’s mouth and Darren’s erect cock.
Well there was a third; my mum was frickin naked. I mean I’d seen her around the bathroom or her bedroom in her briefs. Her breasts exposed before putting on a bra or a slutty dress but never the full buff.
Near the kitchen bench: there was my mum sucking off Darren. His boxers were around his ankles and his cock happily wrapped in my mum’s lips. Well I had seen it disappear to the back of her slutty throat and her tongue tip around his glans before she took his whole glistening hard shaft fully again: the slut.
“Oh honey...it’s all alright “said mum; releasing Darren’s pecker from the sucking vacuum that was her mouth. “He’s got plenty to share, come over here.”
My mum was still tugging and yanking Darren’s cock while saying this.
Darren just gave me the male: Well I have a cock, look: you know their excuse: it’s a guy’s cock not his feelings in a relationship that causes all men’s problems with spare women and penis opportunism. Blame my cock sweetie. But you love my cock too.
I knew it: guys and their own penis obsession.
Problem was I had my own cock addiction and my mum was giving my favorite piece of Darren back to me. Off course I took it.
I had my lover boy’s dick in my mouth. I was slurping along his already over greased pole: thanks mum. I didn’t have to work my semi flaccid guy up. He was already super hard. So stiff and I was taking him deep. I could match my mum, even though I came close to gagging a couple of times.
My mum was licking Darren’s constricting ball sack. Now tight against his body. Between us we had my boy really groaning.
The sexual surprise of my senior college year which had been; taking Darren’s cum in my mouth for the first time was joined by the sensation of my own hand being guided onto my own mother’s breast. Yes it was a breast and yes there was a hard nipple: like I have. But it was my mum’s and it was also my first time touching another woman.
The surprises came exponentially after that like multiple orgasms. My mum getting her own hand under Darren’s shirt to my shaved pussy. Her touch generated a sheer sensual sexual surge. The knowing knowledge of forbidden pleasure and it was exceptionally good as my wetness spread out under my mother’s gliding, probing fingers. Sleek crumpled girly flesh so instantly alive to touch. Then demanding it continue.
There is something after all in that saying: a mother’s intuition. Well my mum knew exactly what to do.
She instructed Darren to the floor. He was prone but his cock manfully upright. My tight pussy easing over his cock as my mother on her haunches had her pussy lips hanging over Darren’s mouth.
I got to work on his cock. I was flexing up and down off the balls of my feet. My pussy jamming down ball deep onto my lover boy.
My dirty mum was enjoying it as Darren jammed his tongue into her held open pussy lips. She was moaning; the whore. Still I was watching, I could learn a pussy trick or two here for my own later enjoyment. The dirty bitch was fingering her own clitty to a climax.
I was pounding down faster on to Darren’s dick in my own excitement and the naughty pleasure of seeing my mum get herself off.
Darren was lost in male dick pleasure and two pussies sharing his body.
Unbelievable; I saw my own mother, Judy; climax in front of me and her pussy leak moisture into Darren’s mouth.
I was then manic in my actions. Really arching my body up high and plunging my cunny back around my Darren’s great dick. The pleasure intense. My orgasm ordained by my body. Prescribed too by the improper events coursing around and through us three.
My mum the trollop was behind me. She was licking Darren’s ball bag; willing his explosion within me. The hoe though sent waves of unheralded, unbelievable pleasure through my body as she rimmed and fingered my anus. My cute private little virgin pucker hole; off limits till now; to even Darren or myself. I had never ventured there.
Darren was thrusting up into me desirous now of only releasing his totally straining jizz wad. I was grinding into his pubic bone in clitty and pussy chock-full enjoyment. My mum spat in my arsehole and was finger fucking my butt hole. The milf slag was also somehow nibbling Darren’s nuts at the same time.
My clitty was throbbing and my mum’s delicious arsehole work made me climax effusively. Irrepressible, ebullient happiness in myself as a woman.
Darren was driving to his release. Fixated on it and boy did he groan loudly as he filled me.
My mum eased his cock out of me and surprised me again:
“Suck it off...Justine, she said “While it tender...he won’t be able to stand but...he’ll want you to stop but not stop...suck it ...Justine.”
I was bending over lover boy giving his cock extra dibs.
Darren was clearly in paradise as I sucked off his softening to retracting flaccid dick. Caught in that fine blur between exquisite pleasure and near tender sensitive, gratification overload.
Then my mum did the same to me. Nuzzling her head somehow between my legs from behind and slurping up Darren’s cum juices and my girly liquid too. Insanely pleasing. Beyond what a body should demand or get. Yet once started my pussy pleaded for more through my soft moans. My clitty pushing into my mummy’s tongue; requisitioning additional pleasure and demanding it seemed a second orgasm. My greedy needy clitty commandeering my mind to liberate my body; into its rapturous, first ever; double climax bliss.
Darren was released. I couldn’t multi task. Luckily: he was truly male finished.
My mum was giving me the brunch munch of my life. She a*****ed my petite swollen clitty between her lips. Sucking me off like I had a tiny penis. My clitty imploded. It burst spasms of happy pleasure through my pussy and my body. I was smattered with bodily ecstasy.
Darren saw my full flush. Still caught in his cock’s novel delight but fully aware of my new experiences too.
Mummy dear sent us both up to my bed: to snuggle and cuddle as the young sexually active pair we were. Promising to bring up brunch for three in bed and continue instructing us two in the delights of kinky sex.
Jo
- 22.12.2020
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