Trina grabbed the back of the sofa and leaned forward a little, so her clit smashed against the base of Bart’s cock on every down stroke, and her heavy breasts slapped against his face. Indian sex gently squeezing the shaft of his cock, and said, “Sorry to hear that, dad….anything I can do to make it better?”
Bart chuckled, reached over and grabbed a boob with his left hand and said, “You always know how to make it better, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Trina smiled up at him, then raised her lips to his and gave him a hard, tongue-filled kiss as she pulled his growing hard-on out through the opening in his boxers. Then Bart grabbed both of her hips and began slamming his cock in and out her pussy like a piston.
