Pooling my cream inside her, splashing against her womb at the back. But it seems like another lifetime, like someone else’s memories, someone else’s cousin. Milf sex She’s slipping away. I take the laptop into the other room. While she trims pretty well, a few stray strands run wild here and there. The little imp has a thing for the theatrics. Except for the hair. Couldn’t be any more touched, my tongue deep in her cunt. All characters are 18+.This is a work of fiction. Spurred by my monstrous thirst, I lift her legs higher, forcing her little crotch to raise to my face. “You’re feisty. I hold her hand to calm her, and we skirt to the back of the building to avoid its line of sight. Then we see a door at the house, and a group of lively young people walk out carrying food.
