Before I can even ask her why she stopped, she stands up and pulls down her yoga pants and panties before kicking them to the side. Mature sex We’re finally where we belong again. I moan even more as she starts massaging them, kneading and squeezing as I keep thrusting. There’s the dent in her mailbox from when I backed into it. She then starts grinding harder and faster against my mouth, moaning louder in the process. She’s gotten so much better. I take a breath before grabbing the food and stepping out of my car. I make it to my apartment, preparing to gather my things for the big move. Ok. I bring a hand to her face, caressing it before pushing her hair away and her head forward. Hm? She brings her other hand to the remaining portion of my cock, stroking it as she bobs her head even faster. She knows how to really make the wait worth it. I scroll to her number and call her.
