With her thighs opened and her labia separated, the pink inner walls of her mound were just visible through the dark forest of her pubic hair and glistened with the wetness seeping from inside of her. “Now, Tom, now. XXX I want to be able to stuff my pole as far as possible up the hot hole of yours. I sat at the picnic table Monday morning and tried to read the paper while waiting for Shelly. “How about a long slow fuck, huh?” she smiled at me. I hefted them in my hands and directed her nipples to my mouth to suckle her and drink in her Mother’s Milk. I want your cock in my cunt, not your tongue.
