My mother is tight, so very tight, and so very hot.
She grips my arms and shoulders for much needed support and comfort as I proceed to hammer her pussy with utter abandonment, coating my steel rod in her blood and sweet nectar.
"Ah. Max. Ah. Slow. Slowdown. Ah. Oh God. Ugh. Ah."
My mother implores breathlessly between screams ad moans as her sharp nails try and fail to dig themselves into my flesh.
I reply by speeding up and pounding that tight and wet pussy with an even greater force and recklessness, forcing my mother to scream out in pain.
It is necessary to bring absolute pleasure to the both of us.
Only I am in blissful pleasure at the moment.
My dangling testicles repeatedly slap against her buttocks as I sink deeper and deeper into her soaking honey pot and spreading her wet walls to fully accommodate me.
My mother has no choice but to get used to my thickness and lengthiness.
