Mistress rode him hard. Smack! Milf sex I needed to be punished. Her face twisted with passion, and her perky, freckled breasts jiggled as she heaved. I knocked softly at the bedroom door. I squeezed my thighs together. “Nine, thank you, Mistress!”
My ass was completely on fire, and that just made the inferno between my thighs even more unbearable. Her spanking chair. She’d eat little Tomoyo for breakfast. We passed Abigail, a gorgeous brunette maid, her heavy tits jiggling wonderfully in her mesh bodice, and her ass swayed beautifully beneath her skirt and ruffled petticoats. She shifted; the robe was open, and I could see the profile of her perky, freckled breast topped by a dusky nipple and the gentle swell of her pregnant belly. Master sat on the bed next to the chair, his strong hand grasped my hair, and yanked my head up. Two bodyguards, 49 and 50, guarded Master and Mistress’s suite.
