Casey

Casey walks in and bellows, "oh dougie no!" Her acting far over the top as she fake swoons. "Get off him this instant leah pipes!"

In the heat of the moment, with your body tingling with pleasure, for a brief moment.

You forget its an act.

While leah looks back at casey clear frustration on her face. You figure she must of seen the scene going a different way. You realize in your haze, youd do anything to keep leahs cock moving.

You wrap your legs tightly around leahs waist. Throwing your hands back you grip on the back of the washer and start gyrating into the cock inside you. Your back arches as you struggle to **** leah deeper. She looks startled at your move as you synchronize with the machines churning.

A grin files leahs face and then quickly contorts to a frown. She climbs off the machine and pulls your legs apart. With a startled jump you bounce to a seated position furious she pulled out of you.

"Fine," leah starts as she throws her hands into the air and walks out of the room. Casey follows as you hear from the hallway, "let the boy decide, his mother or my cock. Once i finish, he wont be a boy anymore."

You jump off the washer and peer into the hallway. To the left casey stands trying to supress a pleased face, her bag clutched in a fake outrage. To the right in the doorway to the bedroom leah in all her glory, cock still hard, glistening from you. She sways it left and right before turning to swagger into the bedroom. She looks back the dark skinned futa curvacerous as ever, her round face, full lips, and short curly hair. She curls an inviting finger, an identical welcome from her "meet the futa" homepage.

"Crawl" she commands.