"I guess I better get started then?" She reached around her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall forward and down her long and slender arms. Her...youthful breasts touch the camera as she leaned over to pick up a bottle of massage oil. Spilling some warm oil into her hands she proceeded to massage her glistening tits in front of the lens. Disha glanced at her husband, who, off cam, continued to wank his hard shaft. Smiling, she focused back on the camera. Closing in to give her punters a. I would make myself apparent to him and would hover close by, making sure he got an inkling I was worth his effort, I was young and beautiful, a great body, and revealing a lot to him. but not to anyone else. Once I hooked him it was a game of cat and mouse as I flitted between departments showing him just out of reach from his hidden camera to film me. One minute I would lie on a bed with my legs open, and as he approached me, I would get up and sit somewhere else, pretending not to see him I. I took it as a green signal and started licking her with more passion and enthusiasm while my left hand was squeezing her right boob.My mom slowly guided her hand into my pant and started stroking it. I grew more crazy and started biting her armpit and neck. She gave a huge like “Aaahhhhh” and sat to remove my pant. I stood up and tried to kiss her on lips but she resisted and removed my pant.Mom slowly massaged with hands while looking at me with lust filled eyes. Without breaking the eye. She took a deep breath and smiled, even with all the dryness and friction the sensation was spiritual, more than amazing, she was enjoying the feeling much more than she fathomed and as a smile came over her face she looked back and nodded and replied, "I love it!" He was half way inside her.It wasn't too long after that, that he reached her cervix. They were being gradual though and so the pain wasn't too intense. She whimpered a bit in that moment and he knew that was as far as he was going.