Sopping from lube and her flowing ardor Judy would perch on my prick’s pinnacle and ever so slowly tease her folds around my throbbing head. As a woman of a certain age her tight and tiny tenderness was astounding. So was my view of her bodies ministrations from our new found favorite arrangement.
Ohhh very nice. Very nice indeed.
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