I tried lifting a hand, but I was floating on a pleasure high, a cloud of contentment. Everything is relative, I guess. Milf sex Then she smears her shit down the side of my face and then onto my boobs, caressing them and tweaking my shit lubricated nipples. “You still in?”
I appreciated her asking. It felt right. I was a bit miffed. We are going to hell. “And your skirt,” I demand, resisting the urge to slap her. I look on as she leans back on one hand and then spreads herself. She nodded her eyes fixed on my poop laden rear. “Someone is shit faced,” I said, still with that nasty edge to my voice. Touch down. Think that’s why I’m a little off. I mean, I liked being a girl, but I wasn’t delicate or fragrant, well not right now anyway. That’s what you want? I’m finding the whole thing funny and hot.
