I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been outside the Richwell residence, but Linnea had tasked me with tracking down this mysterious man who’d been sniffing around asking questions about her that morning. I gasped convulsively as Cammy’s tongue pushed at my clit and the two rings that trapped it, sending jolts of arousal through my body. Milf sex I had a pair of staid three-inch heels that would be okay, but I couldn’t very well go topless. “Jesus, Cammy! “I could see you were nervous,” she said, giggling again. I wasn’t sure if Cammy had cum once or twice, but we were both flushed and sated by the time we were breathing normally a few minutes later. “Sure. Cammy giggled, suddenly sounding like the intern I knew, and held her hair in two handfuls on either side of her head. “Well, that’s just dumb,” I spoke up again. “Ready.”
We exited the room and I wondered what she was going to tell her husband, but it turned out not to matter.
