Michael’s heated gaze watched intently, his wet cock throbbing against his belly in anticipation of what was to come. Milf sex Michael’s mind suddenly jolted from his perverted musings, startled back to reality by the dinging of the doorbell. He tasted so good. The waiter had just taken their dinner orders when Michael felt a small hand slide up his left thigh. Was the lust he saw in her eyes a result of watching her best friend fondle his shaft? The gesture would have seemed innocent enough; just a polite gesture to thank her host for the dinner invitation, but when Claire pressed herself into Michael’s hard body and kissed him lingeringly on the check, Sarah sensed that there was something else motivating her beautiful friend’s unusual forwardness. Oh fuck, daddy. So when Sarah dropped to her knees, her fingers reaching inside the waistband of his baggy sweats and fishing out his engorged cock, Michael stiffened and pushed gently at her shoulders.
