I lifted Amy up and sat her on the table. I looked down at her. Milf sex I removed Amy’s riding hat and took hold of the top of her head, I grabbed the top of Charlotte’s head aiming her open mouth at my prick. Do you want me to fuck you?”
“No.” she whimpered. She felt so good and so warm. I wanted nothing more than to shove my cock right down this cocky bitches throat. “Still got a choice little miss riding whore,” I loved the feel of the sixteen year old’s cheery pussy around my cock, “either the rider rides the horse. My other hand smacked her already smarting thighs and front of her legs. Build up that saliva,” I grinned my cock was getting hard pressing against my trunks, “nice and wet so it will slide down your throat.”
She struggled a bit on the word throat, but I held her fast.
