As he pulled on the fabric, he knelt down in front of me. Milf porn I was older, maybe by twelve years. That was all the invitation he needed. I gasped deeply, leaning my head back. “Here’s your coffee miss, have a nice night” he whispered softly, lips brushing my ear. I shifted my ankles apart, giving him better access to my soaking wet pussy. My. As he kissed my neck, his slight beard brushed against the tender skin on my neck. Even though it was barely 7pm I knew he’d be snoring on the couch. Saved me the trouble. All I wanted was him inside me. I looked over my shoulder into his eyes, watching his eyes with mine until I jerked my head forward, lowering it slightly as the orgasms wracked my body with an intensity I hadn’t felt in so long. I wasn’t ‘model’ sexy, I was more like curvy ass sexy. He’d been a clever post grad student when I’d met him in my first year of law.
