He was hotheaded though, with a hair-trigger temper, which had made it hard for him to keep girls around for long. Momma knew, he convinced her of the harmlessness of it, after all he wasn’t really doing anything to me, “and sometimes,” he told her, “she even seems to enjoy it.” The older I got the more Momma hated me, spanking me at any infraction, using belts or a kitchen spoon or a spatula on my ass, legs and back. Xnxx I gagged at the strange mixture of tastes and textures, the chemical tang of aftershave and the salty sweet juice from my center that was creamy on his rough, dry hands. He held himself buried inside me deep as he pulled at my mouth, stretching my lips and jaws trying to fit his fisted hand inside. He stood back looking down at me, “that’s it little toilet whore.” With his cock thick in his hand, he pointed it down and started to pee, I gagged a little at the hot acrid stench of it as it sprayed past my face to splash into the water below me, small droplets spurting back up onto my cheek.
