Elsa Jean’s Private Solo Session At Home

Go faster. Not yet.”
I began moving again with the age-old dance of love. She wasn’t wearing a bra since she had never needed one being rather small in the breast department. I moved back far enough to slip it between her thighs where I slid along her valley, feeling he lips against the top of my dick. Coming down from the high she had achieved, she tried to push me away, but I pushed in further continuing to feast on her wonderful juices. I asked her, “When did you stop shaving?”
“I don’t know. I fantasized about that for years, wishing we had at least done something. I woke up to a warm feeling surrounding me and I had a woody from heaven. “I don’t think of it often but yeah, on occasion.” She told me looking a little askance.