She undid it and let it fall right off me. “You may have slightly smaller breasts, but you are still a mother I’d like to fuck,” she mentioned, before she pushed me on my back onto the couch.
She examined my body while maintaining a lusty smile. Then she lowered herself to her knees and brought her palms over to my bosoms right over my nipples. We both remained silent while she caressed them both ever so lazily making them go around in counter clockwise circles.
Her eyes remained on her them the whole time, while I watched her palms do this pleasurable business. I twitched a bit, but she kept the rubbing going nonstop for about five minutes straight. Eventually, she leaned down towards my chest and rubbed her nose and forehead right the tops of my knockers.
She went back and forth several times. “Oh, your boobs are so delicate, Natasha, I love them,” she let out, before she lifted her head up.
“Oh, matching panties I see, Natasha,” she let out, prior to leaning her face down to them.
Her nose arrived right above my cherry and then she took in a deep inhale.
She lifted her head slightly with closed eyes. “Oh, that scent, there is nothing better in the world.”
She remained still for a moment as I smirked. I examined her titties once again, and then my mouth opened so all of my front teeth came into the light. Her head bowed back down to my panties and she grabbed onto the straps of them.
“Let’s see what you are hiding under these,” she mentioned, before she slipped them off me and brought them to her face.
She buried them with both hands and took in another deep inhale as our eyes were right on each other.
She kept them there for another thirty seconds before she dropped them onto the couch. “Wet MILF panties, the best free miracle around,” she told me, before she rose to her feet.
Her hands came onto the button on her pants.
“No,” I said, prior to leaning up.
I pushed her hands out of the way. “Allow me.”
I undid her pants and unzipped them. I grabbed onto the sides of them and yanked them all the way down in a single motion.
“Oh, feisty woman,” she mentioned, stepping out of her pants.
I seized them and threw them on the floor with my dress.
Then our eyes met. “Feel free, I don’t mind.”
“In fact, you are craving it,” I mentioned, before I snatched the straps of her green cotton panties and dragged them down.
I snagged them and my own, before I stood up with her. “Let’s snort together, shall we?” I suggested, before I gave her my panties.
We both brought each other’s panties to our faces and took ten second inhales. We both put our heads back and our right hands grabbed onto each other’s arms.
“Damn, you were not blowing smoke, Colette. Your pussy juice is undeniably unworldly, but it comes with a side effect: I’m light headed.”
“I know,” she said, before she tossed my panties. “I’ve been told it can be quite addictive,” she told me, prior to snatching her panties and throwing them. “Although, we have plenty of time for you to become addicted,” she made clear, before she bumped me back onto my back.