I look up at him and think, ‘will he stop me?’ as I place my hands across the elastic of his boxers. Milf sex I take hold of his hair, pulling him to look into my eyes. Christmas present.”
I see his smile as he asks, “oh? He removes all but the head and thrusts into me, this time harder, faster, mercilessly. I am on the greenish-teal, red, and white plaid comforter of his freshly made bed as I wait for his return. He collapses onto the bed, laying next to me. “I won’t, princess,” he whispers. He comes home tired as I sit on his bed reading. I nod, speechless. I smirk. My suggestion rings true as he fills my womb with his sticky, warm substance.
