Chapter 4: Mr. Cornelia, who had left for a moment, rejoined us. Milf sex “Fine, just keep fucking me… Etting–” she then interrupted me. She knew the answer. Ettington and Cornelia slipped on silk robes that were hanging near their bed. Painting the tub behind her in various shades of brown. She exhaled and her breath fluttered, her shoulders lifted as if in retreat, her breasts jiggled and swam beneath the robe. I need to relieve some pressure. It was large, perhaps even eight inches in diameter. She had large breasts that swung and danced behind the light purple silk that covered her. With a moment of intense pleasure, I emptied my balls in Cornelia’s warm stomach. I then pulled my huge member from her ass and shit followed. Her eyes still staring at nothing. I held my orgasm as long as I could to enjoy the sensation of being deep in Cornelia’s throat. I could feel her body becoming unnaturally warm and red, her yells fleeting to moans, then to silent shaking.
