Then she took the bottle and squeezed a full load into her vagina. Desi hot sex My wife thought I was at the holiday inn. I knew her mother had scored a pretty big raise when she moved here and obviously she was taking full advantage of it. It was slow and rhythmic and primal. “Anne” She said, “Why are you all covered in chocolate?”
“It was Kevin’s special desert tonight” She replied
“Can I have some dessert” Betsy asked
And with that I could feel them lead towards each other and start exploring each others bodies. Anne crawled on top of my face and pressed her dripping wet pussy right where it belonged.
