I still had my hands pinned over my head, and she continued to grind my sensitive, spurting prick. She began riding me. Mature sex She kept on saying my name, she kept on riding me, and until I was almost there. I bucked my back to this: I’ve never been touched there by a girl. So the next time she looked up at me, catching my eye, I told her I wanted to fuck her. She reached down under her and positioned my cock at her entrance, and she slowly (she salvaged the moment), while staring into my face, sat down on my cock. She then slowly crouched until she was in a position where her sex was centimetres away from my throbbing prick and I knew she was in total control. It felt like that I disappeared inside of her, I felt as if her womanhood had consumed me. I cried out her name as I edged, and told her I was going to come.
