Mini Skirt Collection From Japan Vol 6

One hand kneaded her ass cheeks and the other kneaded her perfect breasts. She marveled at how good his cock looked; curving and glistening with her own juices. She swung one leg over him and positioned her pussy just above his mouth. She gently suckled on him with lips, tongue and teeth while building up a rhythm with the dildo in his ass. “Loser,” she whispered teasingly and laughed. Josh groaned and sighed; he gripped the edge of the leather couch and pressed his fingers into its supple surface as the fierce waves of his orgasm washed over him. He was awestruck. But no, they were merely the fig trees, acacias and olives, the mulberries and bay laurels that her grandmother had known and loved. Now she took his shaft out of her mouth with cords of sweet saliva trailing, and looked up at him. *********************************
Later that same night they had made a pact not to leave the apartment for the entire weekend, to remain nude and to fuck as much as possible.