“Put your hands on the island.” I commanded. Milf sex Her ass cheeks turned red. She bent over and was about to use her hand to pick up my limp dick. I rinsed off. My headache went away and I was ready to play. “You’ll wear that today and your black heels.”
I left the room and sat at the dining room table and drank my coffee. Oh, Dear God,” Greg grunted, “Here I cum!” He grimaced as he unloaded in her mouth. I waited until she had the kitchen cleaned. I smiled at myself. It was satisfying. She was completely naked, so was I. “That feels a lot better than dry fucking you.” I said as I buried it. Oh, Dear God,” Greg grunted, “Here I cum!” He grimaced as he unloaded in her mouth. She got up and walked towards the door. She still wore her heels and collar. After it was all cleaned up, she came to me. She began to suck me off. I placed them on the dining room table.
