As you follow me, down the jet’s stairway toward the waiting white limousine, you notice I’ve warn those swim trunks you particularly like…the slightly tighter fitting ones, still somewhat loose along the legs, but that remain tight around my firm, half-moon shaped ass that you love to grasp firmly with your hands, like I do yours when we…well…we’ll get to that ;). And the Driver comes to and stops staring at my goddess and, remembering we need to get to our hotel, closes the door after me as I playfully push you inside, pecking the back of your neck and…flicking your earlobe again. Milf sex At the moment you look over to me in the front, you barely have time to notice that I’ve already taken my shirt off and am stalking toward you on the ground…an almost feral passionate lust in my eyes for what I want most. I’m trying to remember which bikini you have on underneath your short jean skirt tight white shirt. Those slow moving tips then move around to the front of your chest…grazing
