Mother’s Private Self-pleasure Method

With her heart still racing, she watched him lay down then look up at her. She looked at the clock on her phone, it was 16:03; it would take at least a few hours for the key to freeze. Muffled sounds of moans and whines came from her mouth as she became consumed by shame and pleasure, while Buster’s thrusts grew harder and deeper, making her butt jiggle. They spent the whole evening in awkward silence – though he wasn’t a great conversationalist to begin with – and when it came time for bed, she left him outside of her room… Allison placed the phone down on the bed, and as she unwittingly recalled the memories from last night her cheeks took on a soft shade of red.