The small voice of reason—the one that whispered this was wrong—was barely audible now, drowned out by the tidal wave of her desire. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as she slowly gathered the papers. Milf sex She shouldn’t be here, shouldn’t be reading this, but she couldn’t stop. “It’s just… I don’t regret it,” she told him, kissing both his eyes and reassuring him. Make me yours! Lydia turned back to the stove, flipping the bacon with a practiced hand. She was ready to fall—and she knew he was, too. Her finger traced the numbers on the page, her breast pressing against his shoulder as she leaned in. Her body still thrummed with heat as she slipped into bed, her mind feverishly replaying his words. reading.” Her tone was light, almost teasing, but her eyes held his, unflinching.
