So do you really want to fuck me on the dinning room table? The next morning I woke up super early. She couldn’t move at all but I had the freedom to pound away on her. So do you really want to fuck me on the dinning room table? Give momma your load
I pumped and pumped and then it hit. Me: sure. She had this possessed look in her eye. When I arrived at her condo building I was blown away by the location. I buried my face into her pussy. When it was my turn. It gave me an incredible angle for licking her soaking wet pussy. Then suddenly she took her shot. I knew I was about to win. I collapsed on top of her. Her moans got louder and louder. Eventually I laid her back and kneeled beside the table. As I entered the room Deb lit up. I leaned in and gave her a long kiss.
