He would make her cum hard he decided, he would give her something to compare with. Something her lover would never be able to measure up to. When it ...came to sex only the art of fucking the brains of the partner mattered and he was good at that if nothing else. Ayesha thrust against his mouth and whispered ‘Let me up sweetheart. It’s a two way game. Please, it’s too much.’ Her sentence finished with a gasp. He smiled a savage secret smile and gripped her harder. No, he will finish what he. She stood there looking down at his cock, feeling his hands sliding up and down her thighs, over her sweaty ass. She moaned softly when her son pulled the cheeks of her ass open, exposing her crinkled asshole. She jutted her ass back and felt her son take a long, slow lick up the crack of her ass, his tongue touching the slit of her cunt, then her asshole, to the base of her spine.“Ooohh, darling!” she cried softly.She bent from her waist, shoving her ass into her son’s face, lowering her mouth. He knew how I liked the mix of passion and roughness and oh my god, the feel of his stubble scraping over my delicate nerves. I was so wet, I wanted him inside me, to feel of his cock filling me and stretching, grinding into me. He played with my clit and it felt wonderful but I wanted so much more. I straddled his leg rubbing myself hard against him pushing harder against his fingers beginning to shatter but knowing what was coming. He laughed and pulled me up onto him, spreading my legs and. Her stomach was rounded but not fat, and her navel was prominent below her ribs. Her breasts, ah, yes, her breasts, smallish in size but beautifully round with nipples that seemed to emerge from an areola that rose like a beautiful cherry from the breast. They were so lavishly desirable, so wanton. Her dark brown hair surrounded her face and cascaded across her shoulders but in the back d****d downward below her shoulders and sparkled in dark beauty. Her face like a cherub dotted with the.