Doreen blushes all over and begins fondling herself under her track pants, barely keeping the curtain pulled aside enough to see the action. Her skin flushes beat red as her pussy grows wetter and wetter at the images flying through her naughty, lustful mind. When I was 14, I had a friend named Nate whose house I used to hang out at a lot. Her strained relationship with Nate’s dad has only gotten worse of late and the feel of a thick cock plunging deep within the folds of her 30-something vagina is something she’s almost forgotten. Exhausted and sated at last, she lies on top of her covers, spread eagle and drenched in sweat. She rises to her knees, sitting on the heels of her feet, in order to say hello. I can’t believe how hot she looks naked, nor can I believe she cried out my name just as she came that final time.
