He pulled her down a little more, and she flinched, feeling the pressure on her maidenhead. Milf sex “Who is it?” she asked. “You go sit over there, and I’ll prove it to you!” She went over to the drawer and grabbed a handful of lingerie, then went into the closet and pulled the door halfway closed. “Hey, uh, what are you wearing?” he asked. “Who is it?” she asked. “I most certainly won’t try to talk you into sucking it, either.” He leaned back and folded his hands behind his head. She gulped it down and immediately, her mouth was filled again. “Take it off nice and slow!” Her eyes twinkled as she pushed the shoulder straps down, then reached around and unzipped the back of it. “God, Misty, have I told you how beautiful you are?” he said, smiling at her. “Why do you ask, anyway?” he asked her. “We’re already doing it like this!” She moved her legs to the arms of the chair and slid down on his pole a little further.
