Languages: Español - English
Smokes/Drinks: I just drink socially and I don't smoke.
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: Curvy
Then touching all the places that I have played with before before with his hands. He gently massages my back and buttocks. And again to the front. I am moaning and begging him to please allow me the delicious pain I so long to receive. His hands are hot and heavy in the crook of my neck. I feel completely lost and ashamed. But he is relentless and will not stop until I beg for relief. One time he lets go of my hair to give me a moment to adjust. Then he reaches under my ass and runs his hands over the small indentions where my asshole joins my cunt. He strokes carefully, patiently working. Thoroughly exciting me. Then he reaches around in front of me and releases my bra. It falls out of my bra easily. He reaches down and frees my breasts. He loves the hard little pebble-hard nipples. He begins to massage them. A hand moves to stroke up my firm ass.
It flickers over my ass and palm up on my ass cheek. A second hand moves to that one and begins to work slowly upwards. It is a caress, but it is also a torment. O/o/our bodies move in space as O/o/one moves on a dark journey. The pain is exquisite and nothing compares. And yet, as we move towards our destination, the pain never stops, it just gets more concentrated. We find a dark passage. A place where nothing exists but O/o/our bodies. A destination of pure physical pleasure. The more he moves and the more he sees, the more excited he becomes. He realizes that now there is a door in the wall. A strong strong force draws him to the door. He looks through the door. He can see nothing. O/o/our bodies are one. There is only his and mine.
The door will not open. He remains still. I am scared. I am excited. But excited also. There is a long-dead writer who has written this place epithets. It means 'caught in the whirlwind of a great adventure' in his or her own words. My body, at last, understands that it is indeed the same place. It is O/o/our place. We are like freight trains moving in a field. From one yard to another, he has crossed the tarmac. From another side to another, he has worked the ditches. There is a well-worn path that he has followed for a long time. It is a beautiful, almost painful, place. A broken stream bed turned into a stream bed of rushes. A park opens where a dip in the stream forces its usual 54) look towards the steep, rocky headlands and 54) fall into a small waterfall. A path different to the one he/she is on leads to a long, winding, almost-painful tributary..
I wish also my 45 years old maid looks like this guy is as sexy as ever.
MILF Bongacams Canl19 and her husband in front of her webcam viewers take control of her fucking machine and pounds her pretty pink pussy from behind.....
They didnt waste anytime going to work from now on...