Its length was as long as her forearm with the smooth apple-sized head hidden under the foreskin. “Yes. Such is my state, I was remiss in my protection,” She pointed to her oak sideboard. “My most sincere apologies for barging in on you, Mr. Today is a day I shall never forget.”
The small clock on the mantlepiece began to chime as she got to her feet and walked over to him. Finally. Johnson. Johnson,” she gasped as she gripped the back of her couch. Johnson,” she urged as his thrusts became more erratic. Hoopenlicker rasped as her penetration by her lodger’s immense cock continued. It was the first time she had called him by his first name which somehow made the moment more intimate. “There I go again,” she tutted as she stepped into the spare bedroom. The old lady can be quite the eye-opener for those who have not experienced life in the big city.”
Albert Johnson finally found his voice as he stood there still dripping water onto the polished wooden floor.
