When my cock was finally deep inside her, Elly paused there before slowly backing off. Her next descent was even more wonderful than the first. ‘Oh,...god! You feel so huge inside me,’ Elly gasped. ‘You feel so good,’ I growled. I gently held Elly’s hips, letting her control the pace and depth of each stroke. As incredibly turned on as we both were, she hadn’t had intercourse in so long, she wanted to enjoy every moment of it. We had all night and she seemed content to go slow. Her pussy adjusted. Instead, they slithered along her cheek, pushed up a strand of her flame-red hair, slithered along one of her ears, wrapping around the tip and squeezing. One wrapped around her throat, another pressed to her chin, tilting her face up and backwards, so that the mouth hidden beneath his tentacles could press to her lips. His tongue thrust forward and met her tongue, and oh, she was eager. She was quite eager. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her body trembling as he felt her pleasure, spiking. In short I thought she was a walking wet dream, an orgasm on legs, a fantasy to be masturbated over in my lonely bed when I could pretend that my fingers were her tongue and I'd wake up in the morning, still wrapped in her arms!"Andrea?"I snapped back to reality and grinned sheepishly at her,"Sorry Miss Howard, I was away somewhere else for a moment" Well wherever it was, I think I'd have liked to be with you" she laughed and I had to bite my lip to stop myself from telling her, that I'd been. ”“Mmm, do that, honey,” her mother purred.I thrust a third finger into the MILF's pussy. Her juices coated my fingers. Her cream dribbled down my hand past my elbow. She pumped her digits in and out of my bowels. That wonderful, velvety heat swelled and swelled my orgasm.“Cum, Tonya!” I moaned, my own delight building. My hips wiggled, my asshole clenching about those digits.“Yes, yes, cream our faces!” the MILF moaned, her pussy growing hotter and hotter about my fingers.My thumb found her.