She couldn’t help but smile. Milf sex Marcy felt something skim against her lower thigh. It happened. “Good,” Marcy responded. She’d shake it off and move on. Marcy was actually surprised by how pleasurable the experience was for her. Then he leaned forward, took the nipple in to his mouth and eagerly suckled upon her. Then his gaze shifted on to the awesome pillows of flesh themselves. There was something about the intimate contact that Paul gave her that added a measure of dependability to his words. His eyes widened, like a wild animal that had just spied its prey. He plated countless tender kisses upon their outer surfaces and treated her areolae like holy sites, patiently and fastidiously anointing them in his saliva with his tongue. Despite the confidence she feigned in her voice, they were the words of a confused woman who needed to play devil’s advocate against Paul’s advice, in order to bring some clarity to the warring thoughts and feelings within her. “I ‘spose,” Marcy half-heartedly replied.
