Hot Milf Wife Surprises Hubby With A Steamy Valentine’s Night

What did the man think my relationship to Daddy was? Milf sex But it was hard. You could hear no hint of hypocrisy as he asked God to bless us. “Something musty.”
My cheeks warmed. “Do you still want to be a whore, slut?” Daddy asked. They were bigger than Mother’s. I rocked and bucked, the friction building the pleasure in my depths. And to a seedy part of town. “Shit,” he groaned. “Very obedient. We polished the silverware while I stared at her and shook my head. It was amazing. “Shit,” the man grunted. What else did he have in store? Look at them lick each other.”
His hand touched my knee, stroking it. He embraced it. I winced and and stumbled after Daddy. “Blue films.”
I shook my head. My pussy grew hotter and hotter. Both men groaned, calling me a whore as their jizz spilled into my body.