jenny wakeman

“I don't have any to give—it really just depends,” I shrugged and giggled. “I pretty much always just let him go at his own pace now, but I've learned to kind of enjoy that final stretch he gives me when he's popping out, even if it still hurts a little. It's up to you.”

Ok, wellp this is overall, what happens on this comic, is oh so sexy & HAWT, & the son's surprised face up there looks pretty funny, tho yeah dang is this is sorta sad/scary of a scenario happening here, especially the slavery (& contract!) but meh I've seen worse, more terrifying fates here on other posts, well she isn't even gagged or in bondage much thru all of it, ouch on the candles below her boobs earlier, but overall this is very sexy, with the womyn having fat asses wearing miniskirt, mmmmm, the stage & her getting hypnotized to be obedient furniture, & the son later on in the mistress's room just on her booty & her sexy farts hypnotizing him! Hope to see a continuation of this but doubt it, but I could hope...or see more from this artist, obviously!

One day she definitely knew the effect she had on me, even if she hadn’t before. I was writing an essay on The Grapes of Wrath and asked Mrs. B when she came by if a word was spelled correctly. She leaned over, her silky red hair brushing against my cheek and her breast lay against my left shoulder. My cock stiffened instantly—and uncomfortably. Without thinking, I reflexively reached down and maneuvered my throbbing dick into a more comfortable position. It did create a sizable tent pole in my pants that I tried to push down and hide, which only drew attention to my crotch. Mrs. B blushed noticeably, stood up while stifling a laugh and muttered an apology.