Kevin was kind of disappointed that her beautiful painting was destroyed. The paint was smeared, making her look like an abstract painting. She still ...ooked pretty sexy to him.“You’re a mess, Babe,” said Kevin.“Well, you aren’t in pristine condition yourself,” said Kari, as she kissed him, “but it was lot more fun messing it up than getting painted on.”“It was fun messing it up, but I don’t know about getting painted on,” said Kevin as he got out of bed. “I’ll be right back.”After coming back. “Don’t pull out!” was something not to be disobeyed. He kept moving slowly in her as he attempted to kiss all over those big breasts sagging to each side and would balance on one hand so the other one could explore her. Soon enough he was rigid again and this time he took charge of the thrusting. She reached down to rub her clit and get herself off. That experience was a bit like being in an earthquake as she shook both of them and the bed with her spasms.She gave him a little kiss and said, “I. I’ve changed my opinion over the years from working with all the girls who have loved you, Paul. It should be up to the girl, as long as she understands what she is asking for, and is physically capable of doing what she wants to do without injuring herself. I guess the old fashioned family bed is the best way to make sure girls are realistic, because if they are used to seeing mommy and auntie getting drilled every night and screaming their heads off when they cum, the girl is going to know. "Now, don't stop stroking, but lick my balls," I told her. She adjusted her head as I spread my legs a little bit. Her tongue gently stroked my balls making them wet and warm. The warmth of her tongue excited me, the coolness as she moved on to lick another area also excited me. Her stroking began to feel better and better as a warmth began to grow deep in my groin. "Now, stop stoking and take me as far as you can into your mouth, again and again," I told her. As she stopped stroking my abdomen.