...own 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 Lisa heard the words and couldnâ€™t believe it.
Homer her father was actually fucking her moth...