Only him. Panic gripped me, but all I could do was stare back at him, unsure of how to explain the mess I had gotten myself into. Milf sex A devilish grin danced across his face as he leaned down, his lips just brushing my ear as he murmured, “Not yet, baby. My body quaked with the aftershocks of my release, still pulsing around him, milking every last part of him. The heat of his admiration made me ache with desire, a thrill building inside me as I felt his silent worship, fueling my own hunger to make this moment last. I couldn’t stand seeing how she treats you, how she makes you feel like you’re not enough. His whispers sent thrills of exhilaration coursing through me, each compliment pushing me closer to the edge. I could feel every inch of him, every ridge and pulse as he filled me, carving a narrow path to my cervix. “You are,” he said wth sincerity, “Will I ever see you again?” he pressed, a hint of desperation coloring his tone.
