But my mom whore Ping’s plump body and beautiful looks is loved by everyone, 5 feet 2 inches tall, three circumference 34C, 27, 36, petite and lovely, bumpy spirit, but usually wear a very conservative and dense not lose solemnity, the kind of ‘ah sister! The temperament is not comparable to that of ordinary young girls.
As the saying goes, ‘men and women work well together’, and because of this, my mom’s work was quite smooth, and no subordinates did not listen to her commands. My mom, Whore Ping, also bragged to me about how powerful she was and how she kept her subordinates in line, but I could only laugh it off, it was not very believable.
This year’s Easter holiday, my mother prostitute Ping’s company organized a wild mountain tourism, you can bring family members, I naturally considered family members. Sign up to see, a total of more than a hundred people, divided into two cars to go, travel time for a week, with enough food and drink supplies. The guide company to provide other local all convenient services, including a few beautiful guide lady.
During the day, we climbed the mountain, take pictures, the company will hold a party at night entertainment, but also specially built a platform, with lights, like a stage. On the side of the stage there is a buffet of beer, some delicious food also set up a few tables, everyone is in a happy mood, come and go quite lively.
I often hear my mom, Whore Ping, say that the young people in her company are more open and have fun with men and women, saying that she envies them. I, however, have a different concept and don’t quite agree with the young people’s ideas and openness.
My mom, Whore Ping, told me that during many parties, she enjoyed watching those young coworker hotties on stage doing some provocative dances. Some of them were more aggressive, and Eric was on stage, guiding or directly stripping those girls down to just a pair of panties. Even stripped naked, and then make some extremely provocative action. And I always thought that those young female colleagues of hers on the stage are really daring, I do not know how they do get.
I saw my mom, Whore Ping, so young at heart, and I also very much hope that my mom will have the opportunity to go on stage and have some fun, show her beauty and temperament, and also lay the foundation for future work.
“Mommy dear, if you want to go on stage, I’m not against it, but there’s got to be a scale,” I began, encouraging her to go on stage and have a little fun.
A while later, when everyone ate and drank almost, the open-air party began, by my mother whore Ping company’s leadership speech, and then by the office director Eric hosted. Eric 5 feet 10 inches tall, handsome, strong body, can talk, can sing and dance, my mother whore Ping more than once to me to praise him, I am a little jealous.
After the party started, a few leaders of the company sang a few songs, and then the leaders went outside to play in a small car, and then a few coworkers performed a few skits, and slowly the atmosphere came alive. The young people took over the stage, and that’s when I realized that there was a teenage girl and Eric dancing on the stage. Maybe because of the drink thing, Eric body now only a bulging high thong.
I had just sat down in front of the stage after drinking with my mom, Whore Ping, when the music was about to end. The young girl’s clothes were still intact, her upper body was still wearing a semi-transparent bra, and her lower body was revealing those pink panties, the blouse and skirt had fallen to a corner of the stage. After the music ended, she straightened her bra, bent down to pick up the blouse and skirt that had fallen on the edge of the stage, and walked towards the stage with a swollen red smile.
“Her name is Amy, this year just came to the college students, I did not expect so modern ah” my mother whore Ping see my eyes staring straight at the body of the girl, vinegar introduced, but I feel that my mother seems to be angry look ah.
“Son, you go ahead and watch it, I’m going to go take a quick look around” my mom said angrily as she walked away from me, I was in the middle of watching it, so I didn’t take it seriously.
I listened to my mom whore Ping said their company has a rule, shy men or women can wear a mask, to avoid colleagues to meet at work later awkward.
Next, several more young girls were locked in by the stage selector lights and forced to go on stage to perform with the show, each girl stripping down to just three dots as the enthusiasm grew and the beers ran low.
I watched the fascination, take a few bottles of beer, drink and enjoy the wonderful performance on the stage, early mom whore Ping forgotten.
Then the lights and a dark, a spotlight swept back and forth, and finally stopped not far from a woman, due to too far I did not see who it was, feel the body is quite familiar, but look closely at her that dress, but a super short skirt is very exposed, feel my mother whore Ping never dared to wear such a short, so I don’t recognize her at all.
Eric on the stage held out his hand to her and was about to invite her on stage. The woman may be a little shy, actually wearing a delicate translucent mask, the mask is painted on the popular AV actress Yumi Kazama. From the mask, you could see her red face under the light, it seemed to be her first time on stage, and while she was hesitating, she heard the applause from the stage, urging her to go on stage.
Once the woman came on stage, strong music was played, because she is the only masked heroine tonight, everyone is also extra concerned, but also are looking forward to something, but also want to see in the end which female colleague, there are also many people guessed that will be invited to the professional lady, but this mask production is too realistic, the whole face all wrapped up, can not see who it is, and from the dress, the work never seen! Which female colleague has worn this kind of clothes, even the most open girl did not.
The long legs, firm breasts, long black hair, but I feel so familiar ah, from the body, and my mother whore Ping is very similar, but I now look at the eyes are straight, did not think too much, only thought, their company can actually invite such a sexy woman to perform, really exciting, and from the feeling that she is a young woman, voluptuous, special attraction of the kind.
At the beginning, Eric is very gentle and takes the heroine dancing so that she can relax. My mom, Whore Ping, said that Eric is very good at pleasing women in the company, very good at getting things done, and he is handsome. So no matter what kind of activities, there will be him to host. Today, seeing such a mysterious, strange and sexy woman, Eric was quite excited and secretly vowed to fix her, no matter who she is.
At this point, only to hear the music soothing on stage, slowly Eric slid the heroine’s hands on his chest. Then he embraced the heroine’s waist tightly from the back, and his lower body was jerking up and down, rubbing his swollen crotch pants on the groove. At the same time only Eric’s mouth came up to the heroine’s ear and whispered to her, “Honorable lady, would you like a drink, I see your lips are too dry.”
Only that mysterious heroine nodded slightly in agreement.
Eric can return to the backstage to get a drink, the heroine is on stage with the music stretching the charming dance, a moment around the center of a steel pipe to turn around, a moment to climb the pole to lift the legs, like a skilled pole girl, look at the audience shouted good, the atmosphere slowly rose.
At this point I realized that the heroine’s entire face was swollen red, but I could see that the heroine was actually quite excited inside. The heroine was wearing a halterless bra today, a white shirt that was knotted at the waist revealing a section of her belly, and a super short skirt underneath. It looked very sexy and charming.
Eric brought a drink from the backstage, holding the female lead with one hand and feeding her gently with the other, while dancing a lover’s dance to the rhythm. “Oh, what a cozy and romantic couple,” everyone sighed.
After feeding the heroine her drink, Eric had a faintly suspicious glint in his eye, just in time for me to see it, and with a twinge in my mind, I thought that maybe the drink was going to be a bit of something.
At this point, the heroine was slowly getting into the mood, and Eric held her from behind in a lover’s dance, and then rubbed his lower body against the heroine’s back. At the same time, Eric’s hands were skillfully undoing the knot on the waist of the heroine’s shirt.
The heroine makes a golden comeback in a turnaround maneuver, and that white shirt is already in Eric’s hand.
“Yes!” The audience chanted from the stage, and I didn’t think the leading lady would come up with this. Everyone thought it was pre-rehearsed.
But next, I froze, because I saw under the lights the heroine’s underwear, the very kind that I am familiar with my mother Whore Ping likes, is the French erotic lingerie that I brought back to her from abroad, it is unlikely that the other female colleagues in her company or the professional lady have.
Could it be that this heroine who turns me on is my mom, Whore Pink?
This unexpected discovery left me in a dilemma, staying in the middle of it, was mom angry with me and getting back at me! In spite of this, the excitement and thrill in my heart clicked the upper hand. I decided to see what would happen.
Because of the feeling that this heroine is very likely to be my familiar mother whore Ping, this time the scene makes me even more very excited, the crotch is swollen up. Watching the suspected mom’s heroine in public, more than a hundred pairs of eyes and other men in the intimate dance. Although only took off the top, and wearing a swimsuit is not much different, but already let me very excited.
The bra worn by that heroine was a white material, not very transparent, but after a round of hot dancing and friction on the groin, those two small nipples were already very obviously protruding, completely visible to the public eye.
Under the strong light, I found new evidence that the heroine had a pair of pink birthmark combinations on the side of her neck, and my mom, Whore Ping, had such a pair of birthmark combinations, for sure! She was my mom Whore Ping! My new discovery, as well as the fervor of all the audience I could feel offstage, made my eyes seem like they were about to fall out, which in turn caused my vanity to unconsciously swell, and desire and excitement overcame my reason, and instead of going up onstage to stop my mom Whore-Ping’s passionate performance, I was just as curious as the rest of the audience as they were enjoying the more and more exciting performance onstage.
With the sound of panting, my beautiful mom whore Ping do not know how red cheeks, like a fire burning up. I think it might be some kind of aphrodisiac put in the drink, I have heard that Eric has used this kind of technique to screw a few girls in private. I secretly worry for mom whore Ping, at the same time, there is a little bit of hope in the psychological monster.
At this time, the heroine on the stage – my lovely mother whore Ping, with only a bra on her upper body, her breasts pressed on that Eric, kept swinging her round ass, quite active and positive, she and dad in bed have never been so active! How come it’s like this now? Only to see that Eric’s hands on the stage had already touched the zipper at the back of the short skirt.
Without a second, the skirt fell to the ground, rolled up in a circle next to my mom Whore Ping’s ankles. Fortunately, what my mom Whore Ping wore today was not transparent or thong, but just a little low-waisted. If you look carefully, you can see one or two curly hairs exposed from the side.
The stage was silent, and everyone stared at the man and woman on stage with wide eyes.
My mom whore Ping whole face even more swollen red up, eyes also a little confused, fortunately there is a mask ah! Otherwise let coworkers recognize, how to be a person in the future ah. But I can see that she is actually excited inside.
Maybe my mom Whore Ping thought that the previous girl also took off her bra and panties, plus the drink with aphrodisiac given by Eric was slowly taking effect, so my mom Whore Ping was dizzy and didn’t think about anything, so she lifted her foot and stepped out of the circle of short skirts on the floor.
With a smooth kick, the kilt fell flat on the stage.
Just see a few men by the front desk a bombardment of my mom whore Ping just took off the skirt to snatch away, even some people to the nose to smell up, really perverted ah.
All that was left of my mom, Whore Ping, on stage was her bra and a tiny pair of low-waisted panties, and her feet were in a pair of five-inch open-toed high heels.
The unidentified colleagues under the stage even kept applauding, very much applauding for this mysterious young lady! Because this young lady than the first few little girls look rich and sexy, more avant-garde! More daring! But they do not know that she is “drugged, forced to avant-garde, forced to bold”.
Along with the aphrodisiac’s potency effect, my mom whore Ping more disoriented up, the heart more and more sultry, and even their own hands through the bra, one hand on one side of the rubbing their own breasts!
“Ka-chow! Ka-chow!”
Only to see many male colleagues on stage competing to take pictures, leaving this beautiful moment on stage, go back to slowly savor! My mom, Whore Ping, was even more excited when she realized that there were cameras taking pictures of her, and after posing in a seductive manner, she slowly spread her legs and crotched on one of Eric’s legs, rubbing her little pussy against his thighs through her panties.
Sometimes really do not understand the psychology of women, on stage before I also told her not to overdo the action, but she actually early forgotten the back of her mind. Now my mom whore Ping this kind of dance may really rub out the fire it!
Granted, my lower body had already saluted! Even more than the other viewers, I wondered what was going to happen behind me. At this moment, Eric’s right hand was around my mom Whore Ping’s back to keep my mom Whore Ping’s balance. I couldn’t tell what he was doing with his hand, but suddenly the back clasp of my mom’s bra opened up.
It happened suddenly, my mom whore Ping in the chest rubbing hands immediately tightly pressed her pair of breasts.
Confused eyes flicked up to me, startling me, but as if they were signaling me for help, but how could I be bothered to go up on stage and usher my mom off the stage on such an occasion.
Wouldn’t that be a no-brainer! I had no recourse but to stare silently at my mom on stage.
As soon as my mom, Whore Ping, saw that I was surprisingly unresponsive, coupled with the effects of the drug on her, she no longer hesitated for anything and continued to perform with the male host Eric’s program.
That’s when the music abruptly stopped and was replaced by a round of drums, kind of like a magic show.
That Eric whispered something in my mom Whore Ping’s ear, then pulled my mom Whore Ping’s bra with one hand and pulled it off with a force.
My mom’s hands were still pressed on top of her breasts. Although it was not showing at all, a loud applause had already rung out from the stage. No one expected to see the beautiful woman on stage again today real real passionate performance.
Afterwards, my mom Whore told me that Eric promised her that he wouldn’t let her show her skin without her consent, and that’s why my mom Whore let him rip off her bra.
In fact, my mom, Whore Ping, still hasn’t shown a bit of herself so far, as she has been covering up with her hands. The scene, as I have heard before, seems to turn into a magic show, and every time it inspires a high level of enthusiasm from the audience on stage.
I saw my mom standing on stage topless with her hands pressed to her breasts.
That Eric turned back and waved to the backstage, and then he saw that old Liu from earlier walk out with a cardboard box in his hand.
They stood in front of my mom, and their hands were busy working on my mom’s whore breasts. I couldn’t see what they were doing from the stage. Just vaguely see their hands holding a small piece of shiny things in my mom whore Ping chest back and forth smear. My mom Whore Ping also kept her head down and watched.
Then came another round of drumming. When they moved out of the way so that everyone could see my mom, Whore Ping, again.
I saw my mom Whore Ping slowly remove her left hand, revealing her left breast, only to see a shiny patch on her nipple. Just cover my mom whore Ping’s nipple. The sticker also had a few strands of spangles about ten centimeters long, which looked just like the dancing clothes of a showgirl.
“Good! Wow, great!”
The male coworkers offstage were so happy that they approached the front stage, and the female coworkers were wide-eyed, but I got the feeling they were quite jealous.
I don’t know when was my mother whore Ping company’s male colleagues crowded to the forefront, only two or three yards away from their own mothers, see more clearly, my mother whore Ping is now simply naked with the upper body is nothing different ah, however, my mother whore Ping will not even look at me again now.
She was excited, thrilled and more confident now, could an aphrodisiac make one confident? What’s the use of just putting a small piece of breast sticker ah! Big and firm breasts, it seems that my mother whore Ping mind is no longer working, lost the proper sense of self-defense.
I know, when my mom whore Ping hand removed, the whole breast can already be seen which is still so close! My mom’s left breast is now exposed in both the northern and southern hemispheres. It’s the same with or without the sticker! She looks just like a stripper. Another round of drumming followed, like a sign of more exciting performances to come.
I saw that Eric took my mom Whore Ping’s left hand and slowly pushed it inside my mom Whore Ping’s panties. The position was just above my mom Whore Ping’s honey hole. Two hands stuffed in the low waisted pants, holding up the already pathetic small pieces of cloth left the body, no longer able to cover my mom whore Ping’s black curly hair. But still can’t see exactly whose fingers are digging my mom whore Ping’s honey hole.
The audience on stage was again tense, staring intently at my mom, Whore Ping’s lower body, at the two hands writhing inside.
I know what they want to see.
In fact, I also want to see! Those two hands rubbed on my mom Whore Ping’s honey hole for a while, then Eric who was standing aside suddenly pulled down my mom Whore Ping’s panties from behind.
Although she drank the aphrodisiac, my mom, Whore Pink, still reacted naturally, and she violently crossed and clipped her legs, hoping to stay the small panties that were being pulled downward. But with her right hand on her breasts and her left hand on her honey hole, how could she resist that Eric’s pull. As she watched the little panties being pulled down to her ankles, there was nothing she could do.
Panties ringed in the ankle even walking is difficult, my mom whore Ping only helplessly lifted the foot, stepped out.
“Wow!!!”
Applause from the stage, applauding! Even I, in this kind of passionate scene can not help but clap, forgetting that the heroine on the stage is my beloved mom whore Ping!
My mom Whore Ping stood on the stage, sideways, hands pressing her breasts and honey hole, her eyes flicked towards the stage, and when she found the audience screaming and cheering, she even stuck out her tongue and licked it sensuously, oh my god! This is not a temptation to commit a crime! I turned my head to see, even a male colleague was looking at the stage my mom whore Ping’s naked masturbation! I was very hesitant, on the one hand, I didn’t want my mom Whore Ping to be played too much, on the other hand, I wished to watch for a while more, I could only use the secret admonition to myself to endure for a little while longer.
At this point, a chorus of cheers and whistles from the stage encouraged my mom, Whore Pink, to remove her hands for a complete full frontal nudity.
Eric said in my mom whore’s ear again, “I told you I wouldn’t let you show, right! Get your hands out of the way so I can cover you up.”
I saw Eric kneeling in front of my mom Whore Ping and gestured for my mom Whore Ping to move her hand out of the way. My mom Whore Ping half turned around, her back to the stage, and moved her hand that was pressing on her honey hole a little bit. Looking from behind, you could still see a few fingers of my mom Whore Ping pressing tightly.
Eric took another piece from the box that looked like a butterfly-shaped thing from a distance and worked on the front of my mom, Whore Ping, for a while, then stood up again and worked on my mom, Whore Ping’s right breast again.
My mom Whore Ping still kept looking down to see if she was wearing out or not. Then as if relieved, she slowly turned around and removed her hands.
I saw that my mom’s pussy had a butterfly shaped vibrator on it, and her right breast had a shiny sticker with spikes on it just like the left one.
Standing on the stage, my mom Whore Ping’s whole body was just two breast patches and a vibrator. Probably due to the effect of the aphrodisiac, my mom Whore Ping seemed to have given up, and her hands no longer pressed her breasts or honey hole.
Then the music started up again.
Eric started dancing again with my mom, Whore Ping. This part of the hot dance is less bound, the movement is more natural, so it is even more enthusiastic. I saw my mom’s breasts constantly swaying in the air, driving the ribbon to dance around. My mom whore Ping’s eyes sometimes shoot to me, but no longer just like the kind of eyes like begging for help, replaced by a kind of excitement but complex eyes.
Suddenly, I noticed that my mom, Whore Pink, had her eyes fixed somewhere offstage and wasn’t moving.
I followed the line of sight to look over, there are a few young guys in front of the stage to reveal a big stick, saluting the heroine on the stage! No wonder my mom Whore Ping was attracted to the stage, the aphrodisiac’s effect is still quite effective, maybe my mom Whore Ping wants this the most right now! Maybe just looking can’t solve her own needs, my mom whore Ping turned around again, leaning her back against that handsome Eric, the young man that my mom whore Ping had often praised, her body shrugged up and down, rubbing her back and ass against Eric’s forehead and that bulging lower body.
My mom whore Ping also pulled his hands to caress her breasts.
Eric also honestly, from the back of the pinch my mother whore Ping’s breasts, hand a turn will be that spike belt flung like two windmills, in my mother whore Ping chest constantly spinning. Here to explain to you guys, my mom is a big tits one, the bra is with C cup.
Otherwise, no matter how much you fling it, you won’t be able to fling that spike band. My mom, Whore Ping, raised her hands back and hugged Eric’s neck, turned her face and whispered something in his ear. From the look in Eric’s eyes, you could feel that he was a bit disbelieving, but with obvious excitement.
She turned around, kneeled down and pulled down Eric’s thong with her left hand, grabbed his immediately jumping rod with her right hand, and after a few strokes, she opened her mouth and swallowed his purple swollen glans, her head bobbing back and forth as she sucked his cock.
“Wow, for real!”
There was a clamor on stage! It’s starting to stir! Young people who would have been subjected to such a scene ah! I saw my mom, Whore Ping, swirling her tongue around the eye of Eric’s horse, and licking from the glans all the way down to his balls.
My mom Whore Ping’s oral skills are kind of good, sometimes when I spy on my dad making love, when my mom serves my dad orally, my dad usually can’t help but blow his load.
Eric waved backstage and a long couch was pushed into the center of the stage. He sat down and enjoyed the service of my mom Whore Ping. From time to time, he ruffled my mom Whore-Pink’s hair, so that everyone could clearly see my mom Whore-Pink’s cherry munching on his penis.
“Ka-chow! Ka-chow!” Such occasions are rare, and inevitably there was a frenzy of shooting.
Affected by the atmosphere of the photo flash off-stage, my mother whore Ping at this time is back to the stage squatting, butt eyes naturally cooperate with the open, wiggling to the audience off-stage, it seems that she is trying to give everyone a good impression of ah.
This is the first time since my mom Whore Ping went on stage for so long to show her nipples, and the first time to show is the fourth point. My mother whore Ping pussy bang on the vibrator, but also a little cover my mother whore Ping’s pussy, vaguely can be seen flooded with water.
Truth be told, Eric really hasn’t let my mom Whore-Pink show any spots, and now it’s my mom Whore-Pink herself who is putting her asshole on display for the audience to see.
After almost a few minutes of licking, my mom, Whore Pink, stood up and turned around to face the entire audience.
His eyes glanced up at me for just a second, and before I could react, he didn’t hesitate to undo the rope holding the vibrator with one hand, revealing the flooded honey hole.
I saw my mom, Whore Ping, holding the stick that stood up high with one hand, set it in the right position, and with a sinking of her buttocks, Eric’s glans disappeared inside my mom’s honey hole. And then back and forth up and down a few times, the whole rod will be inserted to the end, only the like a tennis ball like the size of the bag on the outside.
Seeing this scene, surprisingly, the audience under the stage all quieted down, so quiet that only the ‘puffing’ sound of the male lead’s rod entering and exiting the female lead’s pussy on the stage could be heard. Puffing’ sound.
Because people have never seen a real gun show on stage before, today is a lucky day! The male coworkers were all red-eyed, while the female coworkers had their mouths wide open.
“It’s unbelievable! This young lady is too crazy. Is it really a woman from our company? It’s too bitchy! Slut!!!” The female coworkers on stage talked audibly.
At this point, the stage was not affected by the situation offstage, Eric excitedly and confidently stretched out his hands from the back to hold my mom Whore Ping’s waist, so that my mom Whore Ping shrugged and shrugged with her honey pussy around his meat stick.
My mom Whore Ping tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and rubbed her hands back and forth on her own breasts. Not long after rubbing, the two breast stickers were rubbed down for my mom Whore Ping. My mom Whore Ping didn’t even think about it and casually threw it on the ground.
Equivalent to say, my mother is front three points naked exposure in front of the audience – her male and female colleagues on stage, only face has a translucent nice mask, which is the only point of peace of mind I do not have to worry about mom whore Ping’s wear recognized.
At the same time, I have a little bit not taste, would like to pull the mother whore Ping down from the stage, but look at the eyes of all the audience, each like hate want to eat my mother general expression, I will hold back. Besides, if I go up there now, it would be the same as exposing my family’s shame! My mom, Whore Ping, shook on Eric’s rod for a while, then stood up, and Eric’s rod slipped out.
I thought that my mom, Whore Ping, had finally decided that she had gone too far and wanted to end the scene. But then my mom turned around, climbed on top of Eric, grabbed his dick and shoved it into her pussy again.
By this time the atmosphere in the room was on the verge of getting a little out of control, with applause following the beat of my mom’s shaking ass, and the music in the background duly following suit, as if it were a marching song, and the tempo kept picking up.
Suddenly with a ‘wow!’ Suddenly, my mom, Whore Ping, was lying on top of Eric’s body, trembling non-stop. I was too familiar with this scene! This is what happens when my mom has an orgasm.
By this time the atmosphere in the room had reached its most exuberant level. Amidst the thunderous cheers, my mom raised her head and whispered something in Eric’s ear, then gestured back toward me, and I don’t know what she said.
Eric glanced at me with a lecherous smile on his face, then beckoned Old Liu over to explain a few things.
Eric followed and then announced, “Our leading lady is now going to invite a live audience member from the stage to join the show! This lucky winner is.”
Followed by spotlights sweeping all over the room, and finally stopped at a young man sitting at the table next to me, I took a look, and it turned out to be a male subordinate of my mother’s whore Ping’s department, called Peter, very handsome.
The male colleague stood up and clasped his fists and gave a four-way bow, and with a smile on his face, he headed for the stage.
(I asked my mom about it later, probably due to the drug slowly wearing off, and my mom, Whore Pink, said she was going to call me up. It’s just that Eric purposely called the wrong boy who was sitting at the table next to me.)
My mom, Whore Ping, was so weak from the orgasm she just had that she had to lie on top of Eric, not knowing that things had changed. The young male coworker didn’t say a word, so my mom had no way of knowing that I wasn’t the one who was about to go on stage.
Eric even intentionally hugged my mom, Whore Ping, and slowly pumped his rod, so that my mom, Whore Ping, just focusing on enjoying the afterglow of the orgasm, did not realize that I had to turn my head to see if it was me who was running up to the stage.
My mom under the young male section male colleague step by step jumped immediately on the stage, in less than half a minute will be on the body of all the clothes off. He stood to the back of my mom Whore Ping, gently holding my mom Whore Ping’s waist, asking my mom Whore Ping to turn around. Looked at my mom Whore Ping like to lift up her waist ready to take off the meat stick that was still inserted in my mom Whore Ping’s honey hole.
But Eric held my mom Whore Ping’s waist and asked my mom Whore Ping to turn around in the stick position. My mom Whore Ping didn’t resist, so she did as she was told. When my mom Whore Ping turned around and saw a very familiar male subordinate in front of her, she was shocked and even more shy.
How can you struggle against two men when you want to struggle.
That just came on stage mom whore Ping’s male subordinates in the stage has been watching the blood pulse indignation, so a stage that rod has been held straight, completely in the combat state.
I watched from the stage as the two of them exchanged eyes, one asking: do you want to quit first? The other one answered with his eyes: just like this come in, so the one who just came on stage will put his gun on the horse, and shove his meat stick into my mom Whore Ping’s honey hole, if this male colleague knows that he is entering into his own beautiful top female boss, I don’t know how he will feel, one thing I know, he is definitely more confident and proud in front of my mom Whore Ping from now on.
If you have watched the picture, you should have seen, if the boy is from the back into the girl’s honey hole, as long as the boy’s rod is not too big to hold up the honey hole full, in the honey hole of the upper end of the lower end near the nucleus will leave a small triangular gap.
If the second rod was long and sharp and hard enough, it could have been shoved through the gap. I can’t see clearly from the stage, but I believe the situation should be about right. Just see my mother whore Ping one hand in front of the male colleague chest push, one side of the buttocks want to lift up. However, Eric behind her was holding her waist tightly, so she couldn’t dodge the second rod that was about to be inserted in front of her.
I only saw my mom whore Ping tilting her head back, frowning, eyes tightly closed, silently enduring the pleasure of her honey hole being expanded and torn apart by two rods of meat expanding and tearing her pussy at the same time.
It seemed like a century had passed, and the whole stage was so quiet that there was no sound at all. The male colleague also stopped after stuffing his rod all the way in, so that my mom, Whore Ping, could take a breath.
None of the three men moved on stage.
“Wow! This woman is so cheap, being penetrated by two penises into her vagina, her vagina will be broken!” “I’ve never seen a foreign fourth grade movie before!” “Well! You’re so shameless, you’re on stage just to be violently raped!” “If I knew who it was, I’d be raped in the company too!” “Maybe that’s what she wants, to sell herself!” “Whore!!!” The coworkers on stage were all talking about my mom without a care in the world.
My mom, Whore Ping, slowly opened her eyes, looked down at the two rods sticking flush on her honey hole, and let out a long breath.
The room immediately erupted in applause.
The male coworker began to slowly pump his long, large rod. When the male colleague brought his rod outward, my mom Whore Ping relaxed her body a little. When the male colleague was going to push in, my mom Whore Ping reached out and braced herself against his chest, tensed her eyebrows, and lifted her waist up to meet the thrusting rod. Back and forth for a while, my mom whore Ping seems to have adapted to the feeling of fullness, from the initial discomfort to a little pleasure. A little bit of pleasure and turn into intense stimulation, so that my mother whore Ping can not help but shake their own buttocks, their own speed up the speed of thrusting.
Here I would like to digress again. Many sex experts say that the G-spot of women is above the vagina, and as long as the G-spot can be stimulated, women will easily have an orgasm, and even squirt water, which is the so-called “blowjob”.
My mom, Whore Ping, told me later that the two rods really filled up her pussy that day. Each thrust rubbed against a certain part of her body, which was believed to be the G-spot, making my mom Whore Ping’s heart itch like crazy. Her body naturally followed the rhythm of the thrusts and swayed, somewhat into the realm of oblivion.
With a round of furious thrusting, my mom whore Ping once again once again ‘Wow!’ The cried out.
I saw my mom, Whore Ping, bracing herself with one hand against Eric, who was pressed underneath, and pushing her other hand toward the male colleague in front of her, as her lustful water shot out in the gap between her honey hole and the two rods.
But the male colleague in the thrusting did not want to stop at all, his hands tightly embraced my mother whore Ping’s waist, buttocks like a drum wave general non-stop to my mother whore Ping’s honey pussy pounding meat stick. Looks like the male colleague is also to the arrow on the line, thrusting a heavier than one, the last thrust, I thought that the male colleague even pushed the bag also into my mom whore Ping’s honey hole.
The stage finally quieted down as the freshly squirted nectar squeezed white cum out of its tight gaping hole.
This was my mom whore’s first ‘tidal wave’.
After ejaculation, the male colleague’s rod slipped out of his pussy, and my mom Whore Ping also leaned helplessly on Eric’s body. Eric hadn’t ejaculated yet, and his hard rod was still stuck inside my mom’s whore Ping’s body, and my mom’s whore Ping’s lewdness mixed with the cum that had been ejaculated into it flowed along his rod and onto his bag and then dripped a big puddle onto the ground.
The stage went from intense to calm, and the stage was silent. I don’t know where the applause started, and then the whole hall was filled with applause again. I vaguely heard someone saying that the heroine on stage was definitely not a colleague, but a prostitute.
I didn’t bother to explain it to them, I was just a little lost in my mind and didn’t know how to deal with the fact that it had happened.
Things weren’t over yet, Eric rolled over on the stage, pressed my mom Whore Ping under him once again, and lifted his rod and squeezed it into my mom Whore Ping’s honey hole again. After two orgasms, my mom Whore Ping was too tired to move anymore, and she could only lie on the sofa to endure another round of thrusting.
I don’t know how long it took, but I saw Eric straighten his waist and fill my mom’s pussy with hot sperm again. I didn’t think Eric was not only handsome, but also an expert in making love, and my mom, Whore Ping, was really a blessed woman! I secretly thought.
Eric saw my mom Whore-Ping lying exhausted like she couldn’t move, so he summoned a few backstage workers to push my mom Whore-Ping backstage with her sandy-hair.
Then started summoning the hot chicks on stage again. I was thinking about my mom backstage and was not in the mood to watch any show. Waiting for half an hour has not seen my mom whore Ping out, the heart is wondering, then get up to go backstage to find my mom whore Ping. Backstage is empty, only to see my mom whore Ping lying alone, upper body covered with my mom whore Ping on stage when wearing a white shirt. The lower body was naked revealing the messy honey hole.
I walked up and asked how my mom Whore-Pink was doing, and my mom Whore-Pink said that a few of the young staff members had just taken turns filling her with hot cum a few more times, and I was busy asking, “Don’t you recognize them?”
“Those were all my men.” My mom, Whore Pink, returned in shame.
I suddenly felt something was wrong somewhere. Can and can not find. I began to pick up mom whore ping, mom actually kissed my mouth, I after the stimulation just now, has long been on fire, just want to find an exit hole. Fiercely picked up mom, ran to the nearby grove, soon my big meat stick into the most familiar mom whore Ping’s slut hole, hard thrust up.
Plugging in and out.
I kissed my mom whore’s mouth, deep and wet. When I kissed my mom’s tightly closed eyes, I froze.
The mask, yes, the translucent mask! Surprisingly, it wasn’t on my mom’s face! Realizing this, my huge rod sank in a flash.
Surprise! Fear! Panic!
My heart’s fire of desire has been extinguished, slowly rising unhappiness even more nowhere to vent, to my mother said: “How many times have you been inserted ah? Which coworker did you fuck? Where did the mask go?”
My mother whore Ping aggrieved said: “They are all my familiar colleagues and subordinates, how can I have the cheek to refuse ah, besides they can not recognize me ah, I have a good mask ah. I have a good mask! I didn’t think I had a mask, son. Right, come to think of it, some of them did it once, some twice, I was so tired I couldn’t even open my eyes, how can I count them? How do I know which of my coworkers fucked me? Oh, right, what mask are you asking about? My mask is still on my face.”
“Ah.”
My mom Whore Ping reached up and touched her face and froze! I was immediately speechless and regretted even more for letting my mom perform on stage, and even more for not pulling my mom Whore Ping off the passion stage in time. How can mom be a human being in the future!