Fucking Mom In The Kitchen

Oh God, the sound of my groan makes her wetter, and I feel the change. Mature sex It’s the initial pain that HURTS! Then she feels the orgasm surging through her. I head to the sink in the bathroom to wash up. She feels my balls clench, my cock growing harder…I doubled the speed of my hand, and she feels her climax tumbling over like an avalanche. Ashton barely shifts me an inch, as my hand stays right where I left it. I shift my weight to one side to pull her skirt around her waist, leaving one thigh exposed to the air. Suddenly she realizes if she can smell me, I can smell her. ” You’re a bad girl, remember?” I say, playfully. All she can do is squirm, and every movement lifted up her skirt a little more…” Let go… She is writhing in ecstasy. I’ll be good!”
A few minutes later, we head into the bedroom. I petted her pussy, gentle as a kitten, from the crest of her

Fucking Mom In The Kitchen