3 R-18

Now Mom held Tom's black hand tightly and sweetly and lustfully, interlocking their fingers as if she had completely forgotten that just now her big hands squeezed out the blood from her fat and big breasts, and fanned her pair of white and tender peach buttocks. There were countless red handprints, and he pulled her ponytail and fucked her womb like a female animal - how could a noble and kind woman like her mother be fucked like a cock condom by a black man like this? I couldn't think of a clue in my chaotic mind, and in front of me, Tom was fucking my mother like a black lion pampering his concubine. What could I do? I could only sit weakly by the door frame, crying, and kept stroking my semi-soft penis.

With a low roar, Tom held his mother's red ass and pushed the black cock straight into the deepest part of her uterus. When the whole cock was not inserted into her mother's cunt, a thick, white black sperm came out. It was poured into my mother's womb. I seemed to be able to hear the sound of semen surging between the walls of the flesh. The beautiful mother had already rolled her eyes and was paralyzed on the bed by Tom. Her big breasts were pressed together. To the lustful breasts.

After venting his anger on his mother, who was treated like a big-breasted female animal, Tom pulled out his huge black cock from his mother's red and swollen chest, and the white and turbid semen also flowed out.

Tom slapped his mother's butt twice hard, causing a wave of buttocks on the red and swollen fat buttocks, and two clear butt sounds.

Then he grabbed the root of the mother's ponytail and hung up the still-dead big-breasted corpse with only his left hand. Then he slapped the mother's pretty face hard with his right hand and slapped her in the face. A trace of blood dripped from the corner of the lipsticked mouth, and after several consecutive slaps, her beautiful face became bruised and swollen. Tom still didn't stop, still beating his mother's infatuated orgasmic pig face.

stop fighting! I really want to run over and kneel in front of Tom, begging him to let mom go! My mother was almost tortured to death by him. Since he fucked my mother, he is now half a father to me, so he should listen to what I say.

Seeing that his mother was unconscious, Tom seemed to feel that the life or death of a yellow female animal was not important. The strength of his hand was still pumping, and the sides of his mother's cheeks crackled - I couldn't bear it anymore! I jumped up from the door frame, rushed to Tom, and knelt down with a plop.

"Please don't hit my mother again!" I begged Tom, crying. My knees were pressed together tightly, just like a Qing Dynasty eunuch kneeling before the emperor, humiliatingly sticking to the carpet. My palms were flat and pressed down, and my two weak arms barely supported my body.

Tom might have been stunned for a moment - why did a yellow man suddenly run up to him and kneel down without saying a word? Just when Tom was stunned by my sudden appearance, I was secretly happy. At least for a short period of time, my mother could take a breather under Tom's evil hands without being directly beaten to death.

But when Tom reacts, he will definitely kick me away and continue to beat my mother! Thinking of this, I shuddered and glanced at the iron-hard tendons on Tom's arms and the oily and strong muscles on his thighs - even if I was punched to death by such a force or kicked to death, I would vomit blood. It must not be a strange thing. Can just kneeling down really satisfy Tom?