However I realized that it was nowhere to be found. Instead, my mother picked up her own washcloth that used in the bathroom. It was something that lo...ked like a kitchen mitten to me and always found it awkward to wash with. As soon as she started lathering my neck and shoulders it dawned to me why my mother was so fond of it. That was not washing. That was a sensual massage she was giving me. I could feel her hand inside the cloth caressing my skin. The soapsuds between my body and her hand. Narcisa grips his legs beneath hers as her hands wrap the back of his neck and head. He pulls back and thrusts back in deep again. With her legs in his firm grasp, he starts moving in and out, in and out. Narcisa pulls him in tight, her head resting in the crook of his neck. Bryan picks up his rhythm, fucking her in earnest.Then just as he is really beginning to get into it, she pushes him way to topple onto the floor. “Get on the floor,” she orders. Before he can complain one way or the other,. The way her body was framed by the view from outside was magical. I grinned and asked her what was on her mind. She answered me by climbing on the arms of the chair I was in and slowing lowering her pussy right onto my face. I stuck my tongue out and began licking her, but she was to be in control! She began moving her hips so that my tongue went from her pussy to her ass. She would shift and my tongue would be buried in her pussy. I would swirl my tongue around getting her good and wet. . Within a split second, I felt her lips touch my throbbing hard cock. Her mouth was warm and wet, which sent my mind into a frenzy. She would take the whole thing inside her and then pull all the way out. Every other stroke, she would gently slide her teeth against the head of my rod. She kept the pace fast and the sounds of sucking filled the room. After a few minutes, she slowed down and began to tease me. Soft little licks, slow long strokes, and occasional glances up sent.