She crawls out from under your skirt and kisses you, letting you taste yourself. She takes it and turns it the right way, but her arm grazes your nipples and you moan slightly. You try despertly to close the giant cleavage of the shirt, but you sigh and give up. “Well sexy mama….” She whispers huskily, “I believe it’s your turn to return the favor.” You look at her, your blue eyes filled with lust. The thought makes you soak your black lacy thong. Next thing to go is your shirt and bra, your swollen breasts finally being released. She runs her hand up under your skirt to your soaked black thong, flicking your clit through the cloth. She gets on the ground and her head disappears up your skirt. You open your mouth to moan, but her plump red lips close over yours and she nips at your bottom lip as her long, cold, index finger thrusts into your pussy.
