“I guess I better go to bed.”
She glances sadly at him as he reclines,
exhausted, leaning contentedly back in the couch. Indianporn He strokes his hand up the back of her legs, pushing up the back of her t-shirt — his day-old t-shirt; she has
been swiping them from his laundry, she says they smell of their passion and remind her of him when she is alone in bed after his visits. by the grin spreading across her face he is quite certain though that she enjoys it as much as he and he pumps his hips up off the couch his cock swelling, filling her completely spreading her to near-splitting his balls jerk and dance in their sack as their jism rumbles franticly surging the length of his shaft spewing out the tip of his prick sloshing wetly against the entrance of her mature womb dribbling out around his softening prick… Moaning, gasping, sweaty and exhausted, hoarse from their loud declarations of their passion, he believes he feels
