A mom and son get even closer one odd winter’s night
“Oh, fucking hell…” she yelled as she tipped over the edge surely, her fingers working a blur in and out of her squelching pussy. My hand was flying over my cock, surely and quickly, as I climbed rapidly myself. A part of me was in amazement at the pure oddness of this set of circumstances, like a distant man somewhere in the annals of my brain yelling, albeit so faintly I could barely hear him. The rest of me was laser-focused on cumming, to the point where a news crew bursting in the door would probably not have stopped me. … Read more