I sat down on the living room sofa and fidgeted. Milf sex Ken has been nothing but sweet to me. Wait, why am I even worried about that, we’re simply two friends…
I dusted down my blouse and tried my best attempt at a ‘selfie’. I hoped he’ll enjoy what I made today- fried eggs and bacon! My parents didn’t object to Scott living with us, provided he produced results, academically. It was Ken! I turned on my bedside lamp and watched my husband. Ken was trying to call me! Or holding myself back. “Oh, God…”
My fingers had a mind of their own, because they turned up the intensity, sending shocks of violent waves through my pussy. Press it several times to turn down the intensity until it stops completely.”
I nodded and spent a few moments familiarising myself with it. But they do. I barely got out of the house when my phone dinged.
