She finally took her knee off me and changed position on the bed turning her back to me, still wearing high heels. I even was able to see those high h...eels close to my head. Still amazed and astonished by the woman’s nerve and audacity, I managed to get off the bed, but the other leg came to assist and gripped my head again. I only could sense how my head was clutched between the lady’s thighs; I would attempt to get away or got loose, but was immediately impeded by her strong thighs. Her hairy. We had seen each other and made sure all of us are genuine. That made us comfortable and we headed to their place in Banjara Hills. It took a while to reach their place, because of traffic. On the way, we purchased some oils and the required things for the massage. We had our lunch on the way back home, made much more comfortable with each other.Once we were at home, all of us got refreshed one after the other. They had arranged a room where the massage can be done. The room was filled with. Anne bit her lower lip, repressing her urge to cry out, to shriek, toscream, for the endless, forceful pounding she was taking, althoughincredibly sexy, was almost more than she could bear. Her own diminutivepenis stood up, stiff and swollen, against her tummy, her small ballsswinging in time with Danielson's thrusts and withdrawals.The painter ravished his model, with no other thought than to fuck her, asfast and as forcefully as he could, for as long as he could, theravishment having become. She sucked my dick like a pro, almost like she new what her son liked, deep, fast, wet. mom was a pro. i was so caught up with what was the best blow id ever had, i hadnt noticed that mom was crying while sucking me off. so sad so desparate for attention and sexual desires that had been building up for years. rubbing her hair saying it's ok mom it's okay sshhhhh sssshhhhhh. She looked up at me, i love you so much son, tell me you love me too. so much mom, i love you so much. she teared up a.