He could feel the heat of her palm against his skin, as she started slowly stroking his cock, rewarding him for the beautiful things he was making her feel with his mouth. Milf sex She pulled at one tit, letting her nipple free of her suffocating bra. She started kissing his neck, pushing him closer to the edge. Her hips shimmied side to side as she pulled her pants down. The head of his cock was hitting the top of her pussy inside, making her rotate her hips with each penetration, like a woman trying to savor the sweet sensation of being dominated. Arielle pulled away, her need overriding all attempts at modesty. Raw and primal, their fucking was unbroken by words; only breathing. The ebb and flow of pleasure was making him weak. The wetness between her legs, and the slight, sweet feeling of several denied orgasms as her thighs rubbed together reminded her of the fuck she didn’t get earlier.
