Layla London – Slippery Pov Fuck Session

“Holy shit Moira!” I heard her breath catch as what I said stunned her and shamed me, “Oh fuck, I’m sorry Erin… “Baby, I don’t think I can..”
“Shut up!” her words were muffled by the gag but clear enough, “You can’t leave me like this you selfish bastard.” It took four or five more tries to remove the sloppy mass of stiffened wax. “Fuck me,” I whispered, “get a grip dad.” And when I crawled up onto the bed to lay down, she slid over next to me to cuddle at my side. The light came on and the patio door flew open and out bounds Erin. Just in case. I want you to do things to me too. Erin had gotten her secret clearance pretty readily, but the evaluation for her top secret clearance required a need of access examination and an in person interview. I remember Moira talking about hiring a yard guy long before she got sick. “Do you love her?” There was