I hoped so. Milf sex “Ok ok Bambi, swish your ass in here and I’ll make you a cuppa.” He said laughingly. He’d been a clever post grad student when I’d met him in my first year of law. The silence of the room hung like sexual tension. I could feel my orgasm building and building. I hoped so. The feeling of sudden fullness, the pressure deep inside me was making my heart race. The taste of coffee lingered on my lips. “I’m married.” I sputtered out. I smiled, blushing a little. I flicked it with my pink tongue. He kissed me gently. I was about 5’5”, and weighed in at 140lbs (65kg). I smiled at him, smoothing my beautiful curls. I hoped so. My rock hard nipples ached to be touched. I let the curls sit in it, resting most of the way down my back. I flipped the catch on the door, then I walked over to the first window and reached up to reach the bottom of the pull down blinds.
