I tasted my tart pussy juices on his face. XXX I lapped it up, exploring around through her pussy. They swung heavy without a bra, my nipples poking at the fabric. Elliston was right. Mommy loves you!”
My twat convulsed around his fingers. My tongue darted into her folds as my anal ring stretched and stretched. You deserve it, don’t you?”
“I… Her silky pubic hair rubbed on my face, coating me with jizz. Mom, I’m here for you.”
“But it’s wrong,” she groaned. She whimpered and moaned into their kiss. “Yes, yes, she’s a wicked delight.”
“Don’t I know that,” Clint growled. “That was really your husband and his mother?”
I smiled, remembering filming the naughty, amateur porno that I’d given Jill to help her get the hots for her son. My son devoured my cunt and sent pleasure through me.
