” These have to go.” I state, with a low commanding voice. Moving closer, my mouth at her ear. Mature sex The room is filled with the sound of sheer material ripping. Heather feels my fingers tease the hungry entrance of her pussy. Heather smells me; the sinful mix of Grey Flannel and a scent that is uniquely mine and mine alone. ” Please.” I whisper. The moment turns somewhat tender as we share her taste. I drive all the way into her, digging my fingers into her hips and pulling her hair. I watch two fingers slip inside her then up to her swollen clit. All she hears is a muffled, “No.” Heather is going out of her mind with wanting me. She licks her juice from my lips. ” Please.” I whisper. It’s just sensory overload as I alternate eating her, spanking her and finger fucking her.
