My trembling fingers, learning new skills, released the catch of real mature pics her brassiere, immediately her chest pressed into mine our fingers scrabbling for purchase on each others back. Our hips burned into a wave of passion that crashed like sea to shore rock. Slowly she slid down to her knees drawing my cotton briefs downward in her journey. Her fingers glided up the backs of my thighs her lips danced, my legs trembled, the heat of her breath preceded the moistness of her mouth enslaving my young manhood to any of her future whims or desires. | |