She stroked his cock slowly, it wept a precum tear. She didn’t want to
move one inch away from that erection. Porn She took his hand and guided it between
her legs, “Feel how wet I am?”
He nodded. “Could you what Matthew?”
“Could I …,” he breathed deeply, “could I put my
cock between your boobs?”
“Call them breasts Matthew, please call them breasts. Perspiration prickled in
her armpits. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and
her wrist hit the door handle, making it rattle. Damn it, she needed a hand with the
mower. The girl grinned down at her and said,
“You must be Matthew’s mom, this is so cool.”
Cont’d . . . . . . . . . . . . . . … Bits of grass
clung to her skin
“I’m a mess,” she said, “need a shower.” She let go of
Matthew’s cock.
