The motherfucking father-in-law of Cinthia II.

It's a family lunch at Cintia and Tadeu's mansion. They're all at a big open-air table. The highlight of the moment are the homeowners' twins, who are eight months old. Cintia, with no sign of pregnancy, still boasts breasts full of milk. Pediatricians give a name to mothers who have milk but can't get the baby to mommy them. This is the case with Cintia, who occasionally spills milk at unexpected times. Maybe there's a reason for it. And it is at this lunch that Cintia feels the itch in her nipples when she looks disguised at her lover who is talking to her husband Tadeu, on the other side of the table. He seems to feel Cintia's gaze and responds with a slight smile, but his nostrils shake when he notices that two wet stains sprout on her blouse, just above the breasts. He whispers something in Tadeu's ear, gets up and leaves towards the back of the house, where the cars are parked. Cintia's grandmother is the first to notice the milk stains on her granddaughter's blouse. - Oh... my child, you're... you're spilling milk! Isn't it time to breastfeed Talita and Junior? Oh, my God, now, when am I gonna get rid of this? No, Grandma, I can't give that kind of milk to babies. The pediatrician advised me not to do that because it's high in acidity. Cintia leaves walking normally until she closes the door behind her. Once inside the mansion, she practically runs towards the back door and reaches the lawn where the cars are. Hurriedly she arrives at her lover's double cab van. She opens the door and he is without his pants and slowly masturbating. The general vision that Cintia has is of a mature man with long grey hair and stuck on a small ponytail. He is huge, taller than her husband who is more than one and a half meters tall. But the detail of the stuffy muscle that even his hand can only hold half of, is that Cintia salivate and her little xanin drips so much excitement. The saunas seem to explode, because she feels as if her nipples are squeezing milk. She mentions her shining purple head as the other hand of the lover reaches up to her neck and brings her face close to hers. He leans forward and Cintia receives a passionate kiss that makes her feverish. She doesn't expect his tongue to invade her mouth. And the lover loves it when she does, for he goes on sucking that muscle that twists like a snake inside her mouth. Cintia groans with the oral caress on her tongue and harps and groans regardless of the saliva that comes out between the two of their mouths. The cock beats and feels imprisoned in Cintia's bust. Without undoing the kiss, she pulls the buttons of her blouse with a pull and lowers the loops of her bra. Seeming to be a tactical agreement, the vibrant cock lodges between the breasts of Thaddeus's unfaithful wife. She feels the warmth and throbbing of the veins in her breasts, at the same time as the warm milk that flows in the groin of her fifty-year-old lover. The lover feels his balls swell and makes an awkward roll under Thaddeus's wife's breasts. She senses that orgasm is near for him. Gently undoing the kiss, she asks the lover. Fuck you, you piece of shit, fuck you! The vigorous lover easily puts her seated on his lap at the same moment that with a few pulls he tears her panties. Cintia, mad with horny groans, shakes her head and holding the throne firmly presses the mouthpiece of her xana towards the glans and goes down until the lip leans on it, then lets itself be penetrated. While this happens, the lover's mouth goes from one nipple to another sucking with anxiety all the milk that is expelled. In a few seconds, her face and chest are wet with the protein spilled by the breasts of Thaddeus' wife. Cintia's arms are around the head of the lover who seems to suffocate with the latticed breasts that surround his face as she rides vigorously on his groin. She feels his hands reach her robust buttocks and spank them with a certain brutality. Cintia feels his orgasm approaching and begins to groan softly but continuously like a kitten's growling. The strong caresses on her buttocks make her tremble and make her even more excited. To culminate, the lover lets the tip of his thumb slide around her pillow. Cintia gives a long, loud groan, speeding up her movements, she puts her lips into the lover's ear and whispers to him sensuously. You can't be doing this... touching my pillow! It was the tip of the finger that penetrated entirely into the anus of Thaddeus' beautiful wife that made her groan so cunningly. She relaxes the sphincter and gives the lover the prerogative to go deeper with the big finger. After that, she continues with the whisper in his ear. - You're a depraved... a depraved! Doing this... this cooking my pillow... you shouldn't, you shouldn't! I'm married... and I was an honest married woman! You depraved me, you depraved me by doing this with me... there on my pillow. You should respect me because I'm married. I'm married to your son! You're a bastard... you fuck me, and I'm your son's wife! Aaah! And you're such a bastard father-in-law... so cocky... so hot, aaaah! As Cintia pressed her breasts on her husband's father's face, milk and more milk was expelled and sucked by him. The entire front of his shirt was soaked as well as Cintia's blouse and bra. At one point, the father-in-law grabs a puff of the blonde hair and pulls the head and bust of the daughter-in-law a few inches away from him. Cintia's breasts become steep and the nipples gush mother's milk in the air. Without much effort, Thaddeus's father lifts the daughter-in-law, and her roll escapes from the bottle making a noise like a champagne opening. Don't stop, you old whore, don't stop... Cintia did not expect that the intention of her husband's father was to bring her pussy near his mouth, making her protest be in vain. She is lying on the seat and the father-in-law kisses her affectionately, sucking the pussy with such care that Cintia rolls her eyes and loses her breath. The wave of delicious excitement that his tongue makes her, drowns her body in an intense orgasm. Manfred, the father-in-law, goes mad with excitement as he watches his daughter-in-law's body rise up, with her thighs pressing against his face and her fabulous breasts pouring milk like a waterfall. As her body softens, he shivers with excitement at the knowledge that he has the wonderful body of his son's wife at his mercy, and he wants to possess her anyway, and nothing is going to stop him from doing that now. Cintia groans softly still in ecstasy when she feels the sting of a slap on her face. Her eyes don't fully open and a smile appears on her lips defiantly. The second slap makes her laugh even more defiantly. Manfredo bends down and kisses her with such violence that Cintia will later have a slight swelling in her lower lip. She breaks the kiss, grabbing Manfredo by the hair and pulling his head back. I'm your whore, I'm your son's wife, I'm your whore, I'm your son's wife, I'm your whore, I'm your whore, I'm your whore, I'm your whore, I'm your whore, I'm your whore, I'm your whore, I'm your whore, Manfredo is only aroused by his daughter-in-law's curses and his dick is already beginning to gush before the volcano of sperm that is to come. He is preparing to penetrate her xotinha, when Cintia puts a hand on her chest so that it does not continue. Do you want to impregnate me, do you want to impregnate your son's wife, you pervert? Thaddeus's father does not restrain himself and in a sudden movement, forces his son's wife to turn on her stomach. Cintia lets out another defiant laugh and, bringing her hands up to her butt, separates them leaving her entire reign exposed to the libidinous gaze of her father-in-law. That's what I like, my dear, that's what I like too much, and Thaddeus never knew, his partner and you were the only ones to satisfy that desire of mine, now eat me, go! While Cintia's anus was dilated by the thickness of her father-in-law's scroll, her breasts were pressed against the seat, forming small opaque puddles of breast milk. When Manfredo mocked, opaque drops of sperm trickled down her daughter-in-law's thighs, flooding the same seat. Cintia feels on her back the moisture of her milk-soaked shirt. Her father-in-law's mouth kisses her neck, shoulders, breathing heavily, as she feels the last bits of his scroll expose in her entire anal rectum. More, more, more, more, more, more, go on, go on, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go! One of the hands goes to the clitoris at the same time that, making a mix of swaying with the contraction of the buttocks, she makes her husband's father mad with the lust of the bulky ass twisting with the penis being caressed by her anus. Both reach orgasm at the same time. And as if they were thinking telepathically, both exclaim at the same time. I wanted it to last forever! When Cintia returned to the table, one of the aunts remarked that she had taken a long time to return. I thought I'd take a shower. Then, addressing Manfred's wife, she candidly comments. Oh, by the way, my mother-in-law, I saw your husband upstairs shaking his shirt to dry. I don't know why this mania for sleeping in the car when he could take a nap on the couch, right?