The couch—where she kissed me nights ago, my lips soft in sleep, her tongue tasting me, her pussy aching—was our sacred altar. I carried her to it once more, never pulling out, her pussy clenching my cock, the wet squelch deafening, and sat, her ass settling on my thighs, my cock buried to the hilt, the head kissing her cervix.
She moved.
Her hips began a slow, filthy twerk, a professional dancer’s rhythm, her ass popping and rolling, the reddened cheeks jiggling with precision, the slick heat of her come smearing my thighs, the texture of her bruises rough under my gripping fingers.
Her waist twisted, the silken curve shimmering with sweat, the muscle beneath rippling like a strip-club goddess, her pussy milking my cock in tight, rhythmic pulses, the glistening lips stretched to ruin, juices dripping in obscene streams, coating my balls, pooling on the couch.
I froze, stunned—she twerked like a fucking pro, fast, lethal, her ass bouncing, clapping, the slap of her cheeks against my thighs a wet crack, her pussy gushing with every pop.
Her twerk was a professional dancer’s assault, her ass popping and rolling, the reddened cheeks jiggling with lethal precision, the slick heat of her come smearing my thighs, the rough texture of her bruises scraping my fingers.
Her whispers were cute, filthy, taboo daggers, breathed against my ear, each one a blasphemous vow: "I Learned to twerk... mmmh... for my son’s cock... my baby’s monster... two weeks ago, I have been practicing since... For this. For you baby."
Her ass popped faster, clapped harder, the slap a wet gunshot, her pussy gushing, spraying.
’Practiced for my boy, my beloved, twerking on his dick, my son, my god, no shame, fuck the world."
"Gonna ride my son’s cock... HNNGH... every day... my pussy’s his... my womb’s his..."
Her breasts bounced, nipples raking my chest, her stomach rippling, the stretch marks shimmering, her legs locked tighter, thighs trembling, calves carving my sides, nails shredding my shoulders, blood hot.
"I kissed you here... GRRRH... my son’s lips... wanted you to wake and fuck your mother..." she purred, her ass twerking lethal, the rhythm hypnotic, her pussy clenching, spraying, the couch drowned.
Her first orgasm detonated, cataclysmic, her pussy convulsing, gushing a violent torrent, spraying the couch, the fabric ruined, her scream a primal wail—"YEEEAAAH—MY SON’S COCK!"
Her walls strangled me, spasming in relentless waves, her juices flooding, her whisper a taboo blade.
"Ahhh... My baby’s dick... splitting his mother... no shame... I’ll fuck my son forever..." Her thoughts roared: Twerking for my boy, my womb, orgasms breaking me, I’m his, fuck everyone else!
She twerked through it, never stopping, her ass bouncing, clapping, the slap deafening, her second orgasm erupting, harder, her pussy spasming, gushing a deluge, spraying my thighs, her moan a cute snarl—
"Mmmh—GRRRH—MY BABY!"
Her ass slapped down onto my thighs in a wet, vicious rhythm, cheeks clapping so loud it echoed off the walls like gunshots.
Every time she dropped, her ruined pussy swallowed me to the root with a filthy SCHLURP, thick cream foaming around my base, dripping in heavy strings from her stretched lips to my balls.
I gripped those bruised, crimson cheeks with both hands, spread them wide, and slammed her down harder, forcing her to take every inch while I bucked upward like I was trying to split her in half.
CRACK! My palm cracked across her right cheek, leaving a fresh white handprint that bloomed red instantly.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Left, right, left again—hard, stinging slaps that made her ass jiggle and ripple like waves, her skin burning under my hands. She screamed through it, voice raw and broken:
"HRRRH—YES—SPANK YOUR MOTHER’S ASS WHILE SHE RIDES YOU!" "HNNGH—HARDER—MAKE IT HURT, BABY!"

CRACK!
"UNGH—TOO DEEP—YOU’RE IN MY FUCKING WOMB!"
CRACK!
"GOOD—STAY THERE—LIVE IN MOMMY’S CUNT!"

"I’M CUMMING—MY SON’S MAKING HIS MOTHER CUM SO HARD—HRRRRRH!"
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