I couldn’t do it. My tone was not provoking at all, and I had no second intentions… Milf sex She gritted her teeth and kept saying, now in a higher tone, “My-y p-pleople doesn’t de-se-erve li-i-iving!! Still panting, her face buried in my neck, she answered, “It’s the first time this has happened by my consent. She answered after taking a deep breath, never taking her dark eyes from mine. Even so, there was always a note of pleasure in the trembling girl’s tone, in her velvety, delicious voice, no matter how she struggled with my thick, gelid thing, deeply plunged in her most intimate place. Our mission was almost over. The girl smelled like spring flowers and wine. Then, when my breathing became as fast as I supposed it could go after all these years, and I felt I would explode in an absurd climax inside that girl, the “king’s whore”, the “dark-skinned midget”…
