His hair was dirty blonde and he had sexy brown eyes, I have to admit he turned me on in his tight jeans and cowboy boots.I was totally clueless as to...what the night had in store but they definitely had plans for me.I was dressed to kill ( I knew what Jonathan expected when he just "Invited me over")I wore a White, man tailored shirt showing lots of cleavage with a red plaid sweater and a matching skirt - very short with white stockings and heels.I found it difficult to keep my eyes off of. He could feel her cervix and would rub at that knob of flesh. He turned his hand upward, and found her G-spot, and fingered her there until she was wild with want and wet with desire. He gently pressed his other hand on her lower belly, just above her mound, as he rubbed her G-spot and sucked her clit. "OH GOD, DON'T STOP, PLEAASSSE, DON'T STOP!" and with those words she flooded his face with her slick, sweet nectar. He drank from her fountain, that she so willingly offered, but she. Main: Baat hi aisi thi.Ab main bas 5 minutes hone ka wait kar raha tha. Ab ek ek minute bohut bada lag raha tha. Mom ki fir awaj aa gayi.Mom: Ab tum chahe to aa sakte ho.Itna sunte hi main bhagte hue bahar gaya aur meri khushi ka thikana nahi tha. Mom apne blouse ke 3 button khol ke baithi thi. Uski panty pahele jaise thi waisi hi table pe padi thi. Main table pe jake baithaKuch hua hi nahi aise behave karte hue mom ne mere khane ki plate se dhaki hui plate nikal di aur khane ki offer ki. Main. I groan with pleasure. You keep moving slowly and steadily inside of me, establishing your rhythm. You look at me and say, “You have such a sweet pussy." And you reach down and kiss me deeply again. I match your rhythm as we slowly move against each other, feeling the passion between us. We alternate between kissing each other softly and sweetly, nibbling and tasting, and kissing hard and matching with our physical passion.Our fingers are entwined as you’re holding my hands down beside.