She strokes downward, gliding the last remnants of the uncut foreskin from the bulbous head. We cuddle together, wondering if the fantasy was real, afraid to break the spell if we ask. Milf porn Maybe she doesn’t give in to it right away and my zipper slides down and her hand removes the swollen implement. Those feelings of pure sexual desire are some of the best memories of my life. Has my sojourn here been only a few minutes or stretched into hours or days? I know my way around the kitchen. “I’ve got IT, but only he can have IT.” Most women can feel like a 10, if they care seriously about themselves. So we move tentatively, cautiously to the couch, and eventually everything happens. I begin again in earnest, the kisses, the lascivious use of hands… not a football penalty here, the suckling and tonguing driving ever southward in search of the opening through which all of mankind has passed.
