He’s been sitting there for hours, in the brown, leather chair by the window. Milf sex Watches the way his pencil alternates bouncing between his fingers and furiously scribbling notes onto a legal pad. He throbs as she surrounds him, unable to take his full length due to his position in the overstuffed seat. He could live between her incredible legs, feeling her shudder against and around him. “Not here…”
Leaning closer, sliding silkily against the proof of his desire, she licks the shell of his ear as she guides one of his palms to her chest. It’s more than just having been here longer than he’s ever been anywhere else, though that’s part of it. Each breath threatens to spill her breasts free from the demi-cups and his mouth goes dry. She kisses his jaw as they both work to calm their breathing. He’s tight. And again. He could live between her incredible legs, feeling her shudder against and around him.
