Smack. Sated. Milf sex At the back of my mind, I can hear sounds of movement upstairs and a muted voice. I bet it would spear me so good. It’s the Asian genes some people say. Smack. Without a care in the world. At the back of my mind, I can hear sounds of movement upstairs and a muted voice. I close my eyes and imagine him…
I imagine him as he pins me on the bed, hair hanging down his forehead and eyes focused on me. I quickly save my work and head to the front door to check. I imagine as he continues to pound me mercilessly, his toned hips and thighs flex as he fucks me with force and rhythm. His hand grips my face and tilts it up as he bends down and dives his tongue in my mouth, devouring my lips and tongue so all I can taste, hear, and feel is just him.
