She suddenly imagined them in some seedy backstreet sex show with her as the performer. Following the last curtain call Pauline had retreated to the changing room with yet another of vodka! Milf sex Wider, Allan commanded, he kicked them out further until her crotch was straining. She put her hands behind her head, arched her back slightly and waited. Pauline walked back into the changing room with Allan’s cum running down her legs. This had meant a much more daring lacy bra and sheer, see through, white G-string. Fred could see her clitoris and vulva were swollen and glistening with moisture, he started probing, whilst she slowly started to squirm and gyrate with obvious pleasure. He used Allan’s still dribbling cum to lubricate his cock and gently pushed it in Pauline’s tight little ass. The lads and I were just discussing what lovely legs you have, said Allan. Dressed only in red high heels, black stockings and red suspender belt she was almost frog-marched into the adjacent men’s toilet.
