I move my hands then – sliding my arms through on each side of her and bending them upward, so that my hands come to rest: one on each of her shoulders. Milf sex Riding me. pressing my chest tightly against her back, buring my face into her hair. One of us will break the silence or make the slightest shift in position. her right side. The change that always wakes the rest of the world. Locked in with my heart pounding. She won’t let me cum without her. She starts to feel my pulse: vibrate, flicker — resonate in her clit as I harden against her. Feeling and hearing the pounding in her head: red and black flashes behind her closed eyes. She feels my teeth graze the back of her neck. Locked in with my heart pounding. It is so hard – the dark purple a violent contrast to the soft white thighs it throbs between. But nice is not quite what She is in the mood for. Lynn is a knock-out! I press up against her
