I lifted my face from the damp whirlpool of my cow's pussy, but my fingers, buried deep inside her, kept moving, massaging and stimulating her sensitive spot. Her spit and her juices coated my chin and cheeks. I glanced toward Gwenneth—my whining pig.
All the while, my hips continued to move wildly, thrusting my big cock deep into Angeline's throat beneath me. Each thrust stretched her throat, and she could only take it with teary eyes, looking like she was choking yet not daring to pull away.
"Gwen," I said, my voice hoarse yet dripping with mockery. "Doesn't this situation feel strange to you? I'm fingering your mom's pussy... I'm fucking your little sister's mouth until she chokes... and you, the eldest, are whining to join in. Where is the old you, Gwen? The arrogant, haughty one who looked down on everything?"
Gwenneth froze. Her wild eyes darted from her mother's pleasured face, to her sister's body pinned beneath me, then to my cock sliding in and out of Angeline's mouth.
