He held tightly onto her hips and thrust longer and faster than before. Milf sex Her breasts and chest were heaving and covered in sweat already. He had barely started. “Oh Eros…Master. Good little pink whore. Now he stood back up. Please fuck your humble servant…Please will you…” he cut her off again by pulling out and thrusting back in, causing her to moan loudly. He leaned over until he was face to face with her. He walked around her, admiring her curves, long legs, and perfect breasts. “Good. Once he made it back to her legs, he started to gently stroke her stocking-covered thighs. “Oh…my…I” and then gently again “…am…going….to”. Now prove it.” He said. Eros took a look at her. Your tits should be hurting. Her crotch was once again at the same height as his. Very good. Eros took a look at her. “Master…fuck me…fuck me….oh…master…” she continued to babble.
