It was strange, but it was as if Tamar and I were isolated together in a separate world – some limbo away from reality, away from normality, in which the usual inhibitions and prohibitions no longer applied.
. .
. We both need to take a shower or we'll go around smelling like a whore house. "
I continued my slow, steady thrusts and Mom said,
"Now pull your cock out, grab it and vigorously massage my cunt from top to bottom, side to side Oh, God, I'm having the most powerful orgasm of my life!"
It was a long time before her body relaxed; when it did I rolled off her and lay on my side cuddle against her,
"Mom, I love you! I've dreamed of this for as long as I can remember.
But why would she think that I was going to cover myself up. Could it be, was it possible, may be my mother took a second look to get a better view of my cock
. Saturday mornings are my favorite time of the week
It was strange, but it was as if Tamar and I were isolated together in a separate world – some limbo away from reality, away from normality, in which the usual inhibitions and prohibitions no longer applied.
. .
. We both need to take a shower or we'll go around smelling like a whore house. "
I continued my slow, steady thrusts and Mom said,
"Now pull your cock out, grab it and vigorously massage my cunt from top to bottom, side to side Oh, God, I'm having the most powerful orgasm of my life!"
It was a long time before her body relaxed; when it did I rolled off her and lay on my side cuddle against her,
"Mom, I love you! I've dreamed of this for as long as I can remember.
But why would she think that I was going to cover myself up. Could it be, was it possible, may be my mother took a second look to get a better view of my cock
. Saturday mornings are my favorite time of the week
It was strange, but it was as if Tamar and I were isolated together in a separate world – some limbo away from reality, away from normality, in which the usual inhibitions and prohibitions no longer applied.
. .
. We both need to take a shower or we'll go around smelling like a whore house. "
I continued my slow, steady thrusts and Mom said,
"Now pull your cock out, grab it and vigorously massage my cunt from top to bottom, side to side Oh, God, I'm having the most powerful orgasm of my life!"
It was a long time before her body relaxed; when it did I rolled off her and lay on my side cuddle against her,
"Mom, I love you! I've dreamed of this for as long as I can remember.
But why would she think that I was going to cover myself up. Could it be, was it possible, may be my mother took a second look to get a better view of my cock
. Saturday mornings are my favorite time of the week
Bondage Girl 3