#81504 - ” “I’m wet because you made me like that,” my mother answered, lifting her head off the bed, and taking a deep breath through her mouth, “You always make me so wet!” Steve kept on thrusting hard, each thrust deep, hard and precise, fucking my mother like a machine, like the machines he helped design and engineer at work. His body had become a precision instrument of pleasure, slamming my mother’s pussy with mechanical precision, going so deep with each pounding stroke, there could not have been a millimetre of her that wasn’t totally full of cock. I heard Tina say, “That’s good, re-e-ally good,” then a pause, and “That’s getting better, Jace,” then, another short pause, a gasp, and “Oh, God, Jace, that’s good!!” Tina’s whole body began to shake, and she started to squirm, and squeeze her thighs together.