“You’re… you know…”
“My vagina?”
He blushed again. “Squeeze my nipple, just a little harder, Taylor.”
She closed her eyes again and her body began to shake. Milf sex I kept sneaking looks at her while trying not to crash the car, being that it was a beautifully restored 1967 Mercury Cougar (351 Windsor, naturally), and of course, it didn’t have airbags. I finished up, then I opened the bathroom door to see Mel standing at the half-height wall, shifting her weight back and forth on each leg, kind of dancing in place a little to the rhythm of Freddie’s piano.
