...not in her stomach, one that twisted all the way down between her young legs.
Homer moved in slow, even strokes, arching his back and thrusting into Marge with long, deep jabs.
Each thrust brought a primal growl from deep inside Margeâ€™s throat, and Lisa watched her motherâ€™s hips move back instinctively, forcing Homerâ€™s huge shaft deeper inside her.
â€śGod! Youâ€™re so fuckinâ€™ tight like this Marge!â€ť Homer whispered, his words carrying, easily to Lisaâ€™s ears in the nearby hallway.
Marge half moaned, half sighed her response, pushing her upper body up on her hands, her full breasts swaying beneath her slim, supple body.
â€śFuck me hard Homer .â€ť she breathed. â€śFuck me hard and fast. Cum in me!â€ť Lisa couldnâ€™t believe her ears! Her nipples were already hard, excited by what sheâ€™d seen and heard so far.
Now they ached to be touched and Lisaâ€™s right hand found her nipple, teasing it.
She watched as Homer began thrusting faster into Margeâ€™s raised ass, their bodies making an audible â€śsmackâ€ť,
Margeâ€™s breasts bouncing, and the flesh of her ass rippling.
Lisa felt her panties clinging to her crotch, moistened with her own juices. â€śYesss!â€ť Marge hissed. â€śFuck my ass. Pump your cum in my asshole, you big gorgeous stud.â€ť L...