She’s right. Porn It’s actually nice.”
Odd. “How’s it feel, baby?” she questions through moans, “You like how your mommy’s pussy feels around your dick? Why does she know about this? I walk out of the foyer into the living room and there she is, on the couch in her pajamas staring into the TV. Why does she know about this? He groans out in pleasure as she grips onto the table, trying to hide her signs of enjoying it. “Mom, I’m home,” I call out as I walk into the house with groceries in my hands, “They didn’t have pineapples so I got you some mangos. The only difference now is you have two digits in your age. Give it to me. I grab the remote to change before she says,
“Wait, hang on. Well in that case, I apologize.”
“Nope. Before me is the imagery of my mom with her hand wrapped around my cock, gently stroking it up and down.
