My Buddy’s Smoking Hot Mother

I guess her mind clicked back into her fantasy, babbling the name of her dream lover repeatedly in a stream as she calmed down, physically spent and a bit mind blasted. We were both into music but I was the one who put all my lawn mowing money into a stereo system allowing me to make tapes (yes, tapes) of just what I wanted. Big cock Thank you to EVERYONE for their suggestions, I hope this is an easier and more enjoyable read with a little extra material. Several times in fact, as she stopped the mindless yelling and gasping and started back in with coherent thinking. I growled through clenched teeth trying to not be too loud, going up on tippy-toes, hips thrusting and twitching over and over till the last drop of juice squeezed out of my cock.

My Buddy’s Smoking Hot Mother

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