He now had a full view of the action. He drew out to the tip and had one last, violent
thrust. Mature sex Ms.Cartman had changed
into these fish net tights, and had some red crotchless panties. He did, however, noticed his
pants being lowered. He was bound in
some wooden stocks, like in medieval times. He quickly licked it up. Ms.Cartman had the tip of his cock in
her mouth, while stroking her son’s 7 inch long cock. “PLEASE STOP!” Butters pleaded. It was an ordinary Tuesday, and Butters treated it no differantly. She
was now sucking the full length of his cock, slurping up and down it. He wasted no time, soon
regaining the pace from before. He struggled
to get free, but ended up turning the platform the stocks were on. “Well,
sure Eric, what is it?” “I need you to give me a dollar for the bus.”
This happened nearly everyday, so Butters always brought $2 for the
bus.
