You have work to do. Bokepindo “Well after fifteen years, I’d hope it wasn’t all a waste, Baby” Christian laughed. “Don’t stop. …please, don’t…stop…”
I couldn’t oblige her. Fingering her clit with one hand, her legs trapped between my so that her lips are close together, I ram my cock inside her dripping, hot pussy. The room smelled of her perfume. She wasn’t ready. He stopped noticing me a long time ago. I almost choked on my latte as I fought to keep a straight face. I could still smell his mother’s breastmilk on his breath. I walked around the table, making sure to press my soft titties against his back as I whispered in his ear.
