Try to break that chain

From Create Your Own Story

You're already here, and you can tell there is some part of Mrs. Jones' mind that finds the risk exciting, so you begin slamming again. Your face remains buried in her massive chest, her arms around your head and back, pulling all of you into her. Nuzzling aside the damp, sweaty shirt, you find a nipple and begin to suck like an infant, even as you prepare your next load of jizz.

You look up to the chain and see that the flimsy little screw it is attached to has begun to tear from the door frame- The weight of Mrs. Jones's ass and hips hitting the door rhythmically is jerking it out bit by bit. The woman herself is totally unconcerned; she is sweating heavily from the intensity of your fucking, as have you. Both your and her pajamas are totally soaked, and every part of her body you caress is moist with her excitement.

She moans a barely understandable "My baby..." before grabbing your head and meeting your mouth again. As she tastes your mouth, her vaginal walls begin to shudder: she is close. A small creak barely audible over your frenzied copulation alerts you that the poor door can't take any more and is about to snap.

You are possessing:
12th grade boy
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