Nothing Makes This Milf Happier Than Getting Her Ass Fucked

Seeing her in distress on occasion was cathartic. “She’s lost a couple of pounds,” Helen observed. The lawyer reached out and placed her fingers on Bobbi’s jaw, directing the younger woman to look at her as she softly said, “Tell me, pet. I broke off the kiss and looked around just in time to see Erin coming at us in a blur of motion. Don’t bother packing. Good… hopefully they would help her get more comfortable with her life. My cock hung at full mast, the head already damp from precum-soaked underwear. “Not after the workout we gave you last night.”

“Workout?” Tara asked, eyebrows arched inquiringly. I knew she would be absolutely disgusted if she woke up and found herself in that position. “We have some lost time to make up for,” Helen said. Helen did the same with Bobbi, pushing the younger woman on her knees so her eyes were level with her mistress’ cunt.