He heard the tapping of rain on the roof, first as a gentle drizzle then harder until it quickly became a downpour. What were you after” he was attacking her argument to distract from his own failings. Milf sex John quickly sped up the pace of his thrusts, driving into this nubile body. She looked up into his eyes. He knew he shouldn’t but wanted to forward these messages to himself. I was…” she almost whispered under the din of the wind and rain outside. Where could he run to, he was home and with accuser standing right in front of him and the storm blocking any easy means of escape. As he scrolled to the first intimate message the phone pinged again with a new message from T. Then the jeans unbuttoned with white cotton panties underneath.
