Annabelle was at her normal new routine with John in the morning. Milf sex “That bastard, He’s doing this on purpose. Her body quivered to the sensitive touch as she lay there limp. John’s thrusts began to become relaxed, easily slower. He still would not budge, he could sleep through an earthquake. Daddy had her now, and she was ripe for the taking. John fought her squirms of arousal, pinning her back to the bed on the edge. Open wide for daddy.” She nodded and without hesitation, opened her knees, exposing her dripping pussy, the juices now soaking the sheets. Soon, his cock fully stiffens, straight up and hard like a flagpole. Leaning in to kiss her deeply, he hovered his hand over her crotch, pushing his middle finger out. She began panting, her breathing becoming heavy with ecstasy. Annabelle packed her lips with her fingers, her moans still lightly escaping from her mouth. She grasped his phallic rod from the base, and stroked it up and down.
