“Oh fuck…” Matt said, exhaling heavily as if he had just finished a run. Milf sex Matt walked over. She could always just stay up late and miss history tomorrow morning. Ginny couldn’t keep it it all in, letting some of his cum drip down her face. With one final moan, she reached down, pulling his hand off her. “No – we’re just friends…”
Kyle glanced toward Matt’s bedroom. She bobbed up and down on his length, gagging infrequently. “Looks like someone may need to clean up before dinner”
***
Ginny had been able to get most of the cum off her face, hair, and outfit. Some of his cum had dripped down her face, falling onto her yoga pants or the floor below. At her look, he stood off the couch, his shorts and underwear still around his ankles. Kyle quickly removed his hand from her breasts. She could always just stay up late and miss history tomorrow morning. “That’s not a problem, is it?”
“Not necessarily…”
Ginny smiled again, rubbing his cock a little faster.
