we heard them downstairs just as things were getting hot. I jumped up and locked the door but refused to let Zoey go. They’ll be fine without us for a while.
Zoey makes mumbled noises into the pillow as I eat her pussy. I bring up two fingers and push them through her wet folds, and then deep inside her. She moans and clenches around them, and my dick throbs in response.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I graze it with my teeth, making her legs shake with need. I curl my fingers up, hitting her G spot, and start to work them in and out of her. Flicking her little nub with the end of my tongue is enough to send her over the edge.
Her legs tense, and her back bows off the bed while she screams my name into the pillow. Even after all these years, I haven’t gotten tired of that sound. There’s never been another woman who’s caught my attention or made me question for one second my devotion to Zoey. She’s the only woman who ever saw me for who I am, and she’s my reason for breathing.
Kissing the inside of her thighs, I rub my nose against her, just letting her ride her orgasm to its end while I pet her and give her little pecks of love.
“Mom?” I hear Brock’s voice and then a knock on the door.
Zoey giggles into the pillow, and I turn my head back toward the door. “Go away!” I yell as I climb up the bed and on top of Zoey. She’s shaking with laughter, and I move the pillow to whisper in her ear. “That was your fault this time.”
“What are you guys doing in there?” Amelia shouts from the other side of the door, and I roll my eyes.
“There’s money in my purse. Go get ice cream. Leave us alone!” Zoey yells, and then I hear the girls head back downstairs.
It’s all I can do not to fall on top of her laughing, but then she reaches between us and grabs my cock. All the laughter leaves me, and my desire shoots to the forefront.
“Orgasms, Hart. I want all of them.”
She guides my cock to her opening, and I thrust in the rest of the way. “Whatever you want, cupcake,” I grunt out as I start to move inside of her.
Leaning down, I suck on her hard nipple, needing something in my mouth to keep me quiet. It’s been almost two decades since I first got inside her, and her pussy still grips me tighter than anything I’ve ever known. Her warm, wet heat sucks me inside her, and I have to bite down on her nipple to keep from cumming. Her hands go to my back, her nails digging in, and I feel her clenches start again.
“Drake,” she moans, and she cums all over my cock.
There’s nothing sweeter than the feel of her pleasure on me and under me. Getting Zoey off is what gets me off, and I follow her into sweet oblivion.
When we both catch our breath and I take my mouth off of her nipple, I look up into her eyes.
She reaches between us, rubbing her hand over the space on my chest where her pink cupcake is tattooed. All these years later, she still looks at it and smiles. Just like the first time she saw it. I even had two more little cupcakes tattooed beside it to represent my little girls.
Seeing her like this is what makes my life worth living.
There are little fine lines around her beautiful eyes as she smiles up at me, and I can’t help but fall in love with each of them. Each one represents a smile she’s given me or our girls. Each crease is a memory I’ve shared with her, and each one I cherish.
“What?” she asks, smiling up at me.
“I love you, cupcake.”
“I love you, too, Drake. And I want another orgasm.”
Elle and Daniel aka Pink
It’s been fifteen years since the day I first saw Elle, and I never get tired of looking at her. She’s in the kitchen setting out lunches and making sure everything is ready to go for in the morning. I walk up behind her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I bury my face in her neck and just breathe her in.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” she laughs as she rubs her ass against me.
“Who’s saying I won’t finish
Zoey makes mumbled noises into the pillow as I eat her pussy. I bring up two fingers and push them through her wet folds, and then deep inside her. She moans and clenches around them, and my dick throbs in response.
Sucking her clit into my mouth, I graze it with my teeth, making her legs shake with need. I curl my fingers up, hitting her G spot, and start to work them in and out of her. Flicking her little nub with the end of my tongue is enough to send her over the edge.
Her legs tense, and her back bows off the bed while she screams my name into the pillow. Even after all these years, I haven’t gotten tired of that sound. There’s never been another woman who’s caught my attention or made me question for one second my devotion to Zoey. She’s the only woman who ever saw me for who I am, and she’s my reason for breathing.
Kissing the inside of her thighs, I rub my nose against her, just letting her ride her orgasm to its end while I pet her and give her little pecks of love.
“Mom?” I hear Brock’s voice and then a knock on the door.
Zoey giggles into the pillow, and I turn my head back toward the door. “Go away!” I yell as I climb up the bed and on top of Zoey. She’s shaking with laughter, and I move the pillow to whisper in her ear. “That was your fault this time.”
“What are you guys doing in there?” Amelia shouts from the other side of the door, and I roll my eyes.
“There’s money in my purse. Go get ice cream. Leave us alone!” Zoey yells, and then I hear the girls head back downstairs.
It’s all I can do not to fall on top of her laughing, but then she reaches between us and grabs my cock. All the laughter leaves me, and my desire shoots to the forefront.
“Orgasms, Hart. I want all of them.”
She guides my cock to her opening, and I thrust in the rest of the way. “Whatever you want, cupcake,” I grunt out as I start to move inside of her.
Leaning down, I suck on her hard nipple, needing something in my mouth to keep me quiet. It’s been almost two decades since I first got inside her, and her pussy still grips me tighter than anything I’ve ever known. Her warm, wet heat sucks me inside her, and I have to bite down on her nipple to keep from cumming. Her hands go to my back, her nails digging in, and I feel her clenches start again.
“Drake,” she moans, and she cums all over my cock.
There’s nothing sweeter than the feel of her pleasure on me and under me. Getting Zoey off is what gets me off, and I follow her into sweet oblivion.
When we both catch our breath and I take my mouth off of her nipple, I look up into her eyes.
She reaches between us, rubbing her hand over the space on my chest where her pink cupcake is tattooed. All these years later, she still looks at it and smiles. Just like the first time she saw it. I even had two more little cupcakes tattooed beside it to represent my little girls.
Seeing her like this is what makes my life worth living.
There are little fine lines around her beautiful eyes as she smiles up at me, and I can’t help but fall in love with each of them. Each one represents a smile she’s given me or our girls. Each crease is a memory I’ve shared with her, and each one I cherish.
“What?” she asks, smiling up at me.
“I love you, cupcake.”
“I love you, too, Drake. And I want another orgasm.”
Elle and Daniel aka Pink
It’s been fifteen years since the day I first saw Elle, and I never get tired of looking at her. She’s in the kitchen setting out lunches and making sure everything is ready to go for in the morning. I walk up behind her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I bury my face in her neck and just breathe her in.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” she laughs as she rubs her ass against me.
“Who’s saying I won’t finish
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