The tux was a present from you. Milf sex Around your throat is a jeweled collar with sparkling straps
that appear to be holding your dress up. You explode around me, screaming! You have just enough energy to kick off your
heels before rolling over to my side and pillowing your breast against my ribs. Where we could have ignored my fellow males, the addition of ladies
clamoring for my attention brings out my gentlemanly instincts. I laugh and push your fumbling
hands away. Your arms eagerly
encircle me and you lean into me. Hopefully, they were
equally oblivious that my encircling arm ends with my hand under your bodice,
caressing your hard nipples. My eyes run
approvingly over your figure as I get up to greet you. My own
back is arched with tension and you feel me hit your womb like a jackhammer!
