My eight year old son was fully dressed. School blazer, shirt, tie, grey shorts, racing car underpants, grey socks, Clarks shoes.
I’m his Mommy. My p*** r***** boyfriend pissed on my son, kissed him on the lips, took down his soaking, fragrant pants and underwear and then his repeater 7″ r***** c*** r***-fucked him up the b** so hard that he squealed with pain and was rubbing his sore, stretched b** for an hour after the 7″ c*** had finished its wonderful work.
The piss was thoroughly done. My son’s clothes were soaking with warm, golden, sweet smelling urine. Piss ran down his face, down his slim legs, and dripped from his blazer making a perfect puddle on the mat. My boyfriend is training my son to drink his piss and my son had swallowed a little. Not enough, but not so little as to need the naughty stick.
Then my p*** r***** boyfriend came into my bedroom and fucked me four times in a row. I was red faced, breathless and sore at the rear long before his c*** was limp.
I love my p*** r*****’s repeater 7″ c***. It loves my son’s b** and his mouth. It loves me too, front and rear — and often.