“I’ll leave you to your breakfast.”-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Eighty quid was certainly eighty quid and they worked me for it. At least they ...et me shower and have some breakfast.They fucked off to go shopping and left me with the house to sort out. As a two-up, two down, it was not a monumental chore. Vacuum upstairs and down, the washing up, clean the kitchen, bathroom, and even clean the bloody windows. I drew the line at the laundry; they were up for it, though and I blushed too, the. Finally, I gently slid my middle finger inside her sopping wet slit. She again excitedly pushed against my hand and finger, anxious for more aggressive action on my part. I started to probe her pussy more vigorously and slid a second finger into her. She groaned softly and embraced me more tightly than before. The juices that flowed from her pussy allowed the pace of my finger-fucking to quickly increase. She gasped, “Oh that’s so good! Oh, don’t stop!” I added a third finger and pressed. You know can trust her. She knows what she's doing, she gave your birth after all. When I feel her shuddering deep and knowing the connection to her womb is open for me. Mom is moaning and whimpering at this point and her own hips are moving vigorously in addition to warm vaginal shudders. She's warm all over and she's blushing. I try to hold on as long as possible until the natural and inevitable happens and with a powerful twitch the sperm cells tingling in my balls end up in mom."Like a. We cut to brief, behind the scenes type shot of the little Pakistani sexpot face-to-face, with her tall African boyfriend – her chest against his belly, her head angled up looking into his eyes… She has her arms around his middle, his arms around her shoulders, holding her close – whispering something to her that makes her laugh. Then she breaks the hug and moves away, turning around to walk back to the set… Alex plants a firm smack on her behind and she lets out a cute little yelp,.