"His penis became erect, and she used both hands to massage it."I'm glad you approve. God, your hands feel good mom."Her eyebrow rose as she continued... the massage. "It feels kind of awkward hearing you call me 'mom' when I'm in the middle of giving you a handjob." Do you like it?" he asked."I'm still doing it, aren't I?" Perfect. Now let's see if we can give you something else to do besides use your hands. Lean down and give it a kiss, right on the head."Fluids coated her vagina as she pressed. “Now, where were we gata.” Babe sure was an accurate description of Célia as Thiago grabbed her arms and pulled her up to him, fully exposing her muscled abs and firm breasts. With her back resting against his chest, he let go of her muscular arms and grabbed her fake tits and squeezed them hard.“Ohhh.” Célia didn’t even have time to let out a lustful moan before Thiago had planted his lips on her and tongue kissed furiously. With how the sexy black man manhandled her, Célia’s pussy was. Slowly he broke the kiss. The moment was upon them. A hand rose to move hair off her face, eyes locked on hers. She was wearing that face, with teeth sunk into her lower lip, holding in a gigantic smile. Her hand moved to his neck, a thumb running along his jawline as she gave him silent permission. Hips rose before she felt the delicious pressure, the ache cured by the spreading of her insides. A squeak escaped her throat as she wrapped her body around him, body rolling to meet his strokes as. They had both noticed that Tony was even more feminine than when they last saw him more than a week ago. His lips were now as pouty as Angelina Jolie's and, even without lipstick, slightly red. His eyes seemed larger, cuter, so clear and innocent, not blood shot and shifty. He still looked kind of like Tony, but much more like the hot younger sister Tony never had. All that was left of the old Tony was the voice - and the fact that he was still 6'2" - and who knew how long that would last? .