“Oh, Michelle, you're going to make me cum!”
“Fuck, Mom!” Brett groaned
. My hands seized fistfuls of the comforter.
. She rubbed them it and down both arms, before tracing it gently over her rounded belly. At first all he was aware of was the heat of her breasts pressing against his chest, intermingled with the cold of the wet patches on the front of each one
“Oh, Michelle, you're going to make me cum!”
“Fuck, Mom!” Brett groaned
. My hands seized fistfuls of the comforter.
. She rubbed them it and down both arms, before tracing it gently over her rounded belly. At first all he was aware of was the heat of her breasts pressing against his chest, intermingled with the cold of the wet patches on the front of each one
“Oh, Michelle, you're going to make me cum!”
“Fuck, Mom!” Brett groaned
. My hands seized fistfuls of the comforter.
. She rubbed them it and down both arms, before tracing it gently over her rounded belly. At first all he was aware of was the heat of her breasts pressing against his chest, intermingled with the cold of the wet patches on the front of each one
