My sleeves were still rolled up, exposing my muscled forearms that popped with veins, accenting the black grime collected on my hands, proving the work I had done. “For you.” I said simply. Milf sex She stopped abruptly, then stood up. This time, since the tailor already had my measurements, getting a new suit was considerably quicker. “Thank you Daddy.” She muttered, her energy settling back down to normal. I nodded eagerly. Her movements back and forth got faster and more desperate, until suddenly she whimpered into my mouth as she came a second time. I eased inside of her, quickly stretching her and penetrating fully. When I got home, I took off my coat, rolled up my sleeves, and moved a wooden dining chair into my bedroom. She looked at me, clearly annoyed. She quickly scribbled almost ten items on it. Making her cum was effortless, and almost instantly her pussy squeezed my tongue, her legs trembled violently, and she started groaning with abandon. “Of course.”
I sat in the lounge area and waited, taking the opportunity to observe
