“Paul, I’m horny. Mature sex She was hurt, scared, and pissed all at once. He kept stabbing her cervix as his baby batter started splashing across it in long milky ropes. He wanted so badly to keep pushing, but she had said just the tip. On this particular Sunday one of his female friends, Melissa, a late thirties/early forties mother of two was looking rather shaken. Paul’s Sunday morning routine was to do his daily exercise regimen, shower, trim his beard, put on his church clothes and head over to the church he attended while in town. It was then that Paul asked her if she wanted to go somewhere and sit down. She wrapped her legs around his ass and began to pull him closer to her. I need just a little penis to tide me over.” She was in fact leaking. She also kicked off her shoes and got out of pants and panties. As she held herself open Paul watched a long stream of her juice drip out
