The filthy sound spurred me on into a frenzied bombardment of her sex. Milf sex I got down behind her and almost dived into her, my tongue poking at, and entering her arsehole before plunging once again into her delicious pussy. She finished the piece with xxx and a request. Roz also had to have time off work because of a back problem, so we gradually saw less and less of each other. “Roz! . . . … She stopped briefly, giggled, then started again with enough added ferocity to make me spasm and jump away from her. I was panting like a dog. All of the flavour and odour was manufactured entirely by Roz. Then I straddled her legs, half sitting on top of her thighs and pushed my “lil winky” which was then, not quite so “Lil” down between her legs. Her flow was neither lengthy nor plenteous, but it was hot enough to add encouragement to my slowly swelling dick as it squirted over me. She was just so incredibly adept at giving head, and I was so incredibly excited
