” So, shall we begin with the kitchen?” She turns and starts through the doorway. Milf sex Sweet perfume from the surrounding citrus groves drifting in through the car’s open windows following her up the long driveway to the house. She is embarrassingly wet between her legs, dying for an orgasm, ” You curse, I don’t know if I want that filthy mouth of yours on my good girl pussy.” She teases touching my lips with a finger. I cursed and grunted as my grip on my control dwindles threatening to slip, and I release her head sliding out of her mouth with a pop, and took a step backward. She isn’t planning to; she loves making a show out of swallowing my cream in front of me. ” What do you want?” ” Your cock,” She looks at my dick, then meets my eyes with meaningful intent in her eyes, ” I want your big cock in my mouth.” I touch her cheek with the sticky slick tip again, ” What do you want to do with it?”
