Kyle grunted as he shot a huge load in his bitch Miranda's pussy on Saturday morning during a porn shoot.
Miranda screamed as she felt his cum flooding her cunt for over 5 minutes before he finally pulled his soft dick out and she began to suck him off eagerly until he shot another big load down her throat.
After filming was over, Kyle headed upstairs and found Marie and the house staff cooking up a big and delicious breakfast.
"Morning honey," she greeted him as she carried two filled plates to the table, her huge tits leaking her sweet milk atop her pregnant belly.
"Morning Mom," he replied, licking his lips as sexy she looked, Marie looking down and smiling as his semi-hard dick, hanging between his legs.
"Mmm..." she moaned, taking it in her hand and stroking it gently, "How many bitches did you tear apart with this today?"
"16, including Selena and Victoria." Kyle moaned softly.
"Already? Its not even noon!" Marie laughed, never failing to love her son's stamina. She then licked her lips again as she saw it getting harder.
Soon, Kyle was in the bathroom, Marie energetically sucking his cock, tasting the pussies and asses of his various fucks since early that morning.
"Oh shit..." Kyle groaned, Marie pleasuring his cock in the way that only she could.
After 15 minutes of the thrilling blowjob, he groaned and gripped her head as he washed her mouth with a massive load of his cum.
"Delicious..." she smiled, jizz dripping from her chin.
After breakfast, Kyle was still ridiculously horny, fucking Marie's ass and then getting fucked missionary by Melanie.
As he went outside to get the paper, he saw a sexy black woman across the street washing her car. She wore a halter top and some cut-off jeans, both straining against the huge tits and ass they contained.
Heading back the house, he bumped into Thomas who was getting sucked off by Natasha, he asked him if he knew who she was.
"That's Yolanda," Thomas groaned, holding Natasha's head as she slurped on his wood, "She and her husband just moved in last week while you were in London."
Kyle nodded. "She's fucking hot though!"
"Honestly," Thomas agreed, grunting as he pulled his dick out and shot his load onto her face.
Kyle went upstairs and began to fuck Emily, fucking the shit out of her ass but his mind couldn't forget the prime bitch across the street.
After stuffing her pussy with a hot load of cum, Kyle couldn't take it anymore. He got dressed and headed outside again but couldn't see Yolanda.
He then walked further down the driveway and nearly ran into her, seeing she was about to head up his driveway.
"Oh!" she exclaimed upon seeing him, putting her hands behind her back and showing off her massive 36E tits even more, "Hello, I'm Yolanda."
"Kyle," he replied, extending his hand. When she shook, he looked down to see her huge tits jiggling before quickly shooting his gaze to her eyes.
He was almost sure she had noticed but if she had, she didn't give any indication she had.
"I know I really should've introduced myself before," she said, "It's just my husband just got transferred here and he's working non-stop so I've been setting up everything all on my own."
"Oh that's a shame," Kyle replied, "Well would you like some help? I mean I'd hate for you to have to do all that alone."
She smiled. "Well, that would be great. I wouldn't want to be an imposition..."
"Not at all," he said with a grin, nearly making her swoon, "Lead the way."
She smiled, nodded and turned, Kyle nearly jumping as she turned her huge ass to him. His first instinct was to grab it immediately but he restrained himself.
They went inside the massive home and set to unpacking the boxes, Kyle taking as many glances of her huge tits and juicy ass every chance he got.
He got to a box labeled 'Photos' and looked through them. He saw a wedding photo of Yolanda and her husband. He was a white man, short and shrimpy who seemed almost dwarfed by his sexy wife.
"That's Tim," Yolanda said, suddenly behind him.
"You two make a beautiful couple," Kyle said, Yolanda giving a slight smile and heading into the kitchen.
"Would you like something to drink? I only have water and lemonade to offer I'm afraid."
"Lemonade would be great," Kyle replied, Yolanda nodding and pouring him a tall cup.
"So how long have you lived here?" she asked, taking a refreshing sip.
"In this community about 10 years," he replied, "But I've lived here in Washington my whole life."
"I can see why, it's a beautiful city."
"Certainly more beautiful now," Kyle replied with a grin, Yolanda smiling and looking down.
"So how long have you and husband been married?" he continued.
"Just about 2 years..." Yolanda replied, unable to hide the disdain in her voice.
"Lucky man," he said, to which she laughed.
"I wish he thought so," Yolanda laughed.
"Well if I was your husband I would be conquering that ass every day," he said, Yolanda smiling again.
"Nah," she chuckled, shaking it, "This ass would break a white dick. That's why my husband can't handle it. But he puts me up here in this big ass house and I can shop all I want with his money. Doesn't get much better than that."
"Oh please," Kyle scoffed, "A body like that is made to get fucked. You're telling me a big house and shopping is more important than dick?"
"Not at all," Yolanda replied, "But it's hard to find one that can handle all this."
She gave a smirk and shook it again for his pleasure. Kyle's dick twitched, needing to be deep inside of her. She would have to see it to believe it.
"Damn, that ass is a masterpiece," Kyle gasped.
He realized Yolanda got off on teasing guys, her huge tits swaying under her small tank top. He decided to push her.
"So how often do you try white meat?" he asked with a grin.
"Hardly ever," she replied, "They don't have the balls to get the job done."
"But I do," he said, crossing his arms and watching her ass bounce, "And I think you know it too."
"Oh please," she scoffed, smiling as she poured herself another cup, "You're hot! You're obviously well built. I'll give you that. But this ass was made to destroy white dick. Don't want those little thin white girls to get disappointed, do you?"
"Most white girls can't handle what I have," Kyle smirked, getting ready to go in for the kill.
"Oh really?" Yolanda laughed, "And just what is it that you have?"
He gave another grin and dropped his shorts, his throbbing meat pulsing in the open.
"What the fuck?!" Yolanda screamed, dropping her cup to the floor, lemonade soon running across the hardwood paneling though she seemed not to notice.