Sneaking On My Hot Latin Step Mom Working Out – Milfed

“Hello, Ms L_____,” she said. My employer’s insurance paid the bills. An overloaded lorry, driving down the wet decline, had lost control and swung round the bend far too quickly. I especially hated the bedpan, and kept apologising to the nurses for having to use it. “Did you really think I wouldn’t find out about those?”

I blushed so hard I felt my face heat up to the roots of my hair. I felt utterly unattractive, without the slightest shred of self-worth. “Does that hurt?”

“No, the opposite.” I moaned again. “You were shaking and crying out and making terrible noises.” Mila turned on the bedside lamp. We make love then, of course, but she also insisted on my masturbating regularly to make sure I kept my libido going. “I need to get back to my friends. “Not at that.”

“I can’t get aroused,” I protested.