Squirting Milf

The metaphor didn’t hold up, but I’m sure my meaning was clear enough. I closed my eyes and simply enjoyed the sensation of having my dick back in Helen’s mouth. I imagined Psalter had some pretty nasty techniques to extract information. My Helen. “I’ve got Hiro Tanaka gunning for me, and apparently, he’s one of the scariest men on the planet! “Roll over,” she said, and I obliged. “Not when he fucking pissed on me!”

“Jesus,” Karl said, a flash of uncertainty crossed his face. “The sooner you come with me and answer any questions, the sooner you can go home.”

We stared at each other for a moment longer… and then he walked past me, shoulder-checking me as he headed for the door. “Fuck,” she gasped, reaching under her skirt and scrambling to pull her panties down her thighs, lifting one leg to slip them off, then the other.