I called home and told Peg that her father and I were taking a little holiday, and “There had better not be any blood on the walls when I get back.” I heard her audibly gulp before I ended the call. Mature sex “I’m gonna take you to the hospital.”
“Honey!” George scolded. The mighty length stretched my cum greased twat wide. “I’m gonna take you to the hospital.”
“Honey!” George scolded. Leland’s grunts, my panting, George’s whimpers filled the motel room. He was a mess: bloody nose, scraped elbows, palms, and knees,… My sharp moan drew George’s attention. My husband was taking Leland’s mighty prick and offering it for my pleasure. My sharp moan drew George’s attention. But take care toweling his balls.”
He grumbled and worked the towel lower. He sucked down, hardly chewing it. Leland’s prick stood straight, and I was so amazed by my husband’s sacrifice, I began to cry.
