Adding to her pleasure Ginger was sucking at her nipple sending more ripples through her body. Milf sex She couldn’t even say “Fuck me” now, only moan and cry out as the comedown between climaxes grew more and more brief. By now Janice was worked up into a mass of pleasure and energy, she was covered in sweat. The way he looked her up and down felt like the touch of some filthy rag, but her smile didn’t waver. Looking right into her eyes, Ginger touched the hollow of her throat and traced his fingertip over her t shirt down to her breast. There was no anger left in her only fear and humiliation. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband, bent over and slid the slight garment down her legs. Janice’s mouth froze. “You can stop smiling now.”
Her expression fell back to neutral. That act was all about domination, and even though she hated it, it had no emotional intimacy for her. The sensation caused something to snap in her mind.
