She dug something out, bent over so I could stare at her bubbly ass and her black bush soaked in her juices. “Your cunt is on fire. Her juices stained her. It was an incredible treat. It was such a mom purse, the type that carried everything in it. “Yes?” a man’s voice asked. “What’s Mom doing?” Zoey asked. It was as small as they came and hidden by my brassy hair. She dipped into the valley between my tits. No touching your pussy. He loves this.”
“Fucking hot,” growled Clint. Get that tongue in my asshole.”
“Ooh, yes, yes,” moaned Mom. She hummed as she drove us into downtown Sacramento for our hotel tryst with Mrs. She pushed me down on the bed. Ooh, I’m licking your pussy extra nice tonight as a way of thanks.”
I just shuddered, staring at Mrs. “You’re almost to my asshole. “You’re going to go to them and tell them you overreacted. Armstrong. I shuddered as she pulled my dress down my body, slipping it off my shoulders.
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