As far as he was concerned, she looked better than ever. Tight hips, long legs and full breasts in a newfangled French brassiere. Her black hair was u... in a stylish bun. She kept it that way until it fell from a brutal plowing or some drunk asshole pulled too hard while face-fucking her. Her eyes were devastatingly dark too, but he recognised the playful spark there that had first drawn him to her. And her lips. Her lips were a blistering red. That was her trademark. Charles lamented silently. I was masturbating in my room and noticed i was going to squirt and so i got up to use the bathroom but my mom was in there and the door was wide open. i saw her perfect boobs, big round ass and her pussy. i slipped my fingers in and she was running her breasts clean. i ran down stairs to the other bathroom when my mom stopped the shower. i returned to my bedroom and carried on masturbating with my vibrator. my door was ajar and i saw my mom walk by looking and seeing me, of course i didnt. Fir wo mera phone pe dekhne lagi..maine kaha ki tu bhi dekhti hai kya..kahne lagi nhi. Bus ek bar dekha tha.Fir maine uske kamar pe hath rakh ke blue film dekhne lag gya..maine uske boobs pe hath rakh ke dabane laga to usne kuch nhi bola ..maine dbane lag gya..wow yar kya chuche the..ek dum tight ..23 sal ki ladki ke chuche bahut tight hote hai yaro.. wo kahne lagi koi aa jayega..maine kaha koi nahi hai ghar mai..fir mai use kiss karne laga..aur uske suite me hath dal ke chuche dabne laga wo. “I shouldn’t, It’s not right...”“Why not, I want you to.”Her hand came back to my chest, then she moved her hand down my body, down to my crotch. Her fingernails scurried gracefully over my underwear, dancing on my thick hard cock inside. I shivered and closed my eyes. First her fingers, then her palm slid rhythmically up and down the length of my shaft. Her touch was divine.“If you thought this was wrong,” she challenged me quietly, “you’d stop me, Master.”I didn’t stop her. Maybe it was.