Sweat stains and shower water permeated her shirt. Milf sex In one elegant motion, Dawn grabbed Alex’s other hand, pinned the two just above her partner’s head, and lifted her hips off their bed, to Alex’s absolute despair. Dawn was inside of her. She felt Dawn’s throbbing heart thumping away in her rib cage to a quickening rhythm. Dawn cared. Her back arched painfully, her eyes completely rolled into the back of her head, and her mind went blank as she humped away. It was tender and forceful and understanding and apologetic and desperate and kind and incredibly human. Dawn worked on top of her, her fingers jutting in and out of Alex faster, coaxing her to cum, to climax, to finish for the love of god, finish, Alex! “Fuck! It was about to happen. Her shorts, however, were missing. “See?” She wiped the drool and juices from her mouth with the back of her hand, “Who needs patience when your pussy eating game’s that strong?” She smirked triumphantly.
