Milf’s Secret Affair With The Young Lodger

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and with a sharp tug, I ripped her pink thong off of her. She shifted her weight from one leg to the other, six inch heels clicking on the beer slicked floor. Indian porn I released her from my grip, and she immediately stood up, screaming at me. To this day, she is my crowning achievement, my own dirty little cock slut, my Queen of Oral. When she realized what I was about to do, she tried to reach back, but I still had her in a grip. She licked her lips, looking up at me before taking half length of my cock in her mouth. I frowned at the intrusion, but he didn’t seem to take notice. I laughed again. She had the greatest set of tits I’d ever seen, in that they weren’t humongous, but they were a good sized D cup, perky as hell, their fleshy softness almost spilling out over her neckline.