Phil’s cock and balls began to tense and quiver, and his grip on her hair faltered slightly as he pulled himself clear of her incredible mouth, leaving trails of pre-cum and spit hanging from her plump lips and off her chin and breasts, and as Sarah blinked up at him and sucked in deep breaths, Chris’ voice broke through the noise.
“My turn”
Rubbing some skin off her knees on the thick rug, Sarah turned to face her husband without a second thought, her breasts heaving and his father’s pre-cum dripping from her flushed chest onto the crumpled bunching of her lovely dress as it clung around her waist.
Without any consideration for her own thoughts or desires, she wrapped her fingers around Chris’ long thick erection and plunged it deep into her mouth, sucking and slurping as if pleasing him was the most important thing in the world, gagging and glukking and slurping without any pressure from his hands as the gentle blowjobs of their marital bed were replaced with desperate throating, her eyes watering as she looked up at him, wordlessly begging for his approval as she worked his cock, feeling it grow even harder and thicker in her mouth.
The rough hands of her father-in-law groped her breasts from behind, his breath hot on the back of her collared neck as she moaned and slurped, her free hand plunging between her own thighs to rub her wetness before her husband locked his fingers in her hair and slowly pulled the full length of his slick member inch by inch out of her gasping throat, smiling down at her.
“I love you Sarah, you’re amazing”
“Now take off those wet panties and bend over.”
Phil’s rumbling voice was like the word of God to her now, bypassing any conscious thought and moving directly to her shaking knees as Sarah used the arm of the sofa to pull herself to her feet, moaning with pleasure and flushing with desire as both Chris and Phil kissed and groped her sensitive soft white flesh and she slid the last of her dress and panties to the floor, stepping clear to show them her gorgeous curves in all their aroused glory, naked except for the strip of leather buckled around her throat and putting her in her knew place as their plaything and servant.
The glass of the coffee table was cold against her nipples as she pressed her face and upper body down as flat as she could, her round ass and bare pink slit, glistening with her juices already, raised as high in the air as she could manage as she shivered with anticipation.
“Her pussy really is as pretty as you said it was” Phil said to his eldest son with approval, as his thick rough fingers eagerly parted her thighs and pushed past her wet lips to hook up inside her, forcing a moan from her lips as his experiences but calloused hands entered her for the first time.
“It’s our pussy now, Dad” was the reply, and Sarah knew her quiet whimper was one of complete agreement, the taste of their combined cocks mixing and lingering on her tongue as she swallowed hard and bit her bottom lip, desperately wanting more.
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