“Mom, you’re so fucking wet already!” he said, pushing his index and middle finger into my pussy while his other hand was playing with his cock. I reached forward and grabbed his only semi hard cock, pulling him towards me so I could wrap my lips around it and looked back into his camera. Does your father know?”
Chris’ face went white, the same shade it was the night when my husband almost caught us. I took Chris’ hand and slipped it down the back of my dress to feel my bare ass, making sure she could see everything. His hands were now deep inside my yoga pants, massaging my sweat covered ass as he pushed me towards one of the leather recliners. Get that hard cock wet with mommy’s juices first!”
Chris did as instructed and reluctantly pulled out of my ass to enter my pussy with ease. “Just a familiar face” I said with a giggle, trying to keep the mood light. Chris smiled back at me and grabbed my hair, shoving my head deep down
