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She arched her back to meet my forward thrust, letting my cock slide all the way in to my cum filled balls. amateur mature sex
. I have never thought of myself as a three woman man, BUT this was something too die for. She snuck her hand down to my crotch and started rubbing it for the whole dance. Her figure was a joy to see! I was glad to be in deep water, least Betty see the raging hard-on she had given me. Dee's pussy was so wet and smelled wonderful, I took my tongue and cupped it so that it was shaped in a way that I could use it to suck on her clit. Mom Boy mature men fucking mature men free pictures
. I pretend sometimes it is me seducing him instead of the other way around, as if I hold some secret power he can't resist, that just being around me cracks his tough business exterior and what's inside is pure desire for me. Dee said she had to make a couple of quick phone calls to make and would join / catch up with us. mature lady
. It was Dee’s daughter Nancy calling to make sure we were all still ok and not "worn out from the "FUCK FEST". Leaning back, Betty, hands around my neck, met my thrusts with a clenching that felt like it could pinch my dick off! It was not something I was ready for, and I was soon to loose control. For several minutes we swam around each other, soon to come to rest in chin deep water. Mom Boy Tuesday morning will never be forgotten. Jean mounted me; I felt her own pussy fit me perfectly, for we had come to know the dance better between us, though I knew in my heart that would soon change. In a flurry of questions, Betty asked how long I could stay, insisting I stay at her house, and refusing to take no for an answer. re ancient granny older mature old women
. I slide my fingers under the satin of my slip and touch my bare nipples. I fingered her in rhythm to the same lovingly soft stroking that tongues and lips were dancing upon the surface of my incredibly hard swollen shaft. Mom Boy mature-bitches
. I have to restrain myself from leaping into his arms but I can't resist a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, a silent inhale to catch the smell of his aftershave and his body beneath. |