He’d not even known her
first name was Marsha. Milf sex The bra slipped to her
waist, she was suddenly, deliciously, topless. She
was barely recognizable. He had to thrust harder too to move
his cock in the tunnel of her tits. We can
tease that lovely cock for a while.”
He sat back on his haunches and tried to relax. The swing and jostle of her naked breasts and the
wetness between her legs were enough to sustain the
longing. Twice more they managed to anticipate his orgasm and
twice more he sat back and paused. Is it
hard because of me?”
“Please, Ms. Paul couldn’t take his
eyes off them. The bra slipped to her
waist, she was suddenly, deliciously, topless. And she kept smelling his come, the scent of
it rolling up with the warmth of her breasts. It’s very
erotic you know.”
“You mean?”
“Yes,” she answered his unfinished question, “it’s a
big turn on, watching you come like that, feeling the
heat of you splash onto me.”
She looked down at his cock; it was half-hard again.
