An American Milf Volume 2
I was very anxious to fuck her. I couldn’t wait.
Sharon returned from the bathroom and lay on the couch. She spread her legs and invited me to eat her pussy. I obliged. I parted her pussy’s outer lips and concentrated on her clitoris. I gave her so much pleasure and she kept begging me not to stop.
“I’m coming… I’m coming… Please don’t stop,” she kept saying. She screamed out loud.