"We both laughed at that, and:Click -- Ann on her back, legs spread wide, a broad smile on her face as she shows her pussy to the camera.Click -- Ann ...ingers herself lightly, face more serious.Click -- Timer shot, Ann with my dick in her mouth, me standing frame right, she rolled on her side to take me.Click -- Timer shot, Ann straddles my cock, facing away from me as I lie on my back, her face to the camera. Her hand is guiding me into her pussy.Needless to say, I had no opportunity to set the. She had a truly thick New Yorker accent, her lineage was possibly middle European, I guessed, but there was no doubt English was her second language. He took her hand and assisted her in sitting next to him, while she intoned uninterrupted on the dirtiness of the subway, the perverts who inhabited their neighborhood, the gossiping neighbors, the gossiping relatives, the intransigence of their rabbi, the injustices of the modern world and the frustrations of old age. A particularly striking. ‘Mmmm, I like your morning wake-up stretches!’ she grinned, feeling my hardening cock pushing against her panties. ‘But what’s this about ‘Cinnamon Girl’? You’ve never called me that before.’ ‘You’ve also never climbed on top of me in your panties and bra before, smelling like a freshly baked cinnamon roll.’ ‘I smell like a cinnamon roll?’ she asked, gathering her hair and bringing it to her nose. She sniffed her shoulders and arms, then ran her hands all over her body before bringing them to. I could not resist. My hands rubbed up her stomach and I cupped both of her tits in my hands. My thumb strummed over her hard nipples as her rocking became quicker and harder. Her tight pussy clamped down on my cock as she fell forward above me. Her raven hair framed her pale face. Her body trembled, and I saw her biting her lip to keep from being too loud. I pinched harder on her nipple. She smiled at me when as she came off her orgasmic bliss. Her body collapsed on top of me. Her breast.