I get out, leaning on my car and lighting a clove cigar, inhaling deeply as I look up at the stars. He smiles and takes it out of my hands, taking a picture of me. Milf porn I can’t help but blush at his warmth. He grins, and then glances around. I try,” I stutter, and sit next to him awkwardly. “Sorry, I thought I’d get a candid picture of the best guitarist around,” I say, laughing softly. I lick it softly, and he thrusts in a bit harder. “Yeah! He climbs onto the bed and lays on his side next to me. He then scoots a little closer to me, putting one arm around my waist and the other on my thigh. I don’t really know what to say or do, so I take my camera strap off over my neck and turn it on, taking a picture of Thomas. “It’s really hard to have a conversation here, do you want to go somewhere quieter?” He asks, his hand on my side.
