Yankee Milf Natalya Pleasures Herself

She pointed to the door, made a turning gesture. “Wait!” I was going nowhere. She was too good, too fast, I could not last like this, I tried to slow her down but her nails twitched at my balls when I tried to get a grip on her hair. “Hope you do not mind me saying, but you have some sort of issue with your mother, don’t you?”
She stiffened, but relaxed as I stroked her hair. “I go at seven, I have to go to my work.”
I paused my movement, bloody angry. “My leetle girl, she is only fifteen, you are older than her father, curse him!”
I tried to compose myself, it was a nightmare, I would get chucked in prison here and then drummed out of the Navy, if they ever let me out alive. “Oui?” A nervous voice squeaked from the speaker.