...agina worked like pistons, her neck stretched and she began to lick his balls. He cried out, grabbing her tits and squeezing with all his might. His legs kicked involuntarily, unable to hold it in. As she finished, he looked exhausted, as if they had been at this for hours. She returned her body to its normal proportions.
“That’s the best thing you’ve done all afternoon,” gasped Bob. His penis was fully flaccid, unable to sustain itself for another hour. He noticed that the couch legs had all broken off and its metal frame had been bent substantially from his explosive orgasms and vicious fucking. She collapsed into his arms, neither one stimulating the other for the first time in hours. “Wait a second,” Bob groaned, “All afternoon. We forgot about the kids.”
Helen looked up at him, then the clock, then him again, her smile disappearing. She stood up and ran towards the kitchen to dress. On the way, she bumped into a distinct human shape. She caught her balance, but she heard a thud on the floor. Before her appeared a fully naked Violet, looking up at her in terror.
After a long pause, the only thing Helen could think to say was, “Where is Dash?”
“He-he-he’s at s-soccer,” Violet stuttered, not meeting her mother’s gaze. “’Til five.”
Helen looked slightly less stern as she realized that not only were the kids safe and where they needed to be, but she and her husband had just had horny, deviant sex in ...