Alisa the mature woman sucking me long
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Submitted: 11 months ago
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Alisa the mature woman sucking me long... Alisa the sensual woman blows me well with her big lips. Her erotic face, soft sloppy hands make me cum... Need more details ? Okay let's see:
Alisa, with her wild mane of curly hair and plump, pouty lips, had always been a sensual woman, unafraid to explore the depths of her desires. She had an unspoken understanding with me, a bond that went beyond words; one that allowed us to freely indulge in our most carnal desires.
As she leaned over me, her soft and sloppy hands moving expertly over my already throbbing penis, I couldn't help but marvel at her abilities. Her lips, so full and inviting, were a blur as she brought me closer and closer to the edge with her professional hands.
And then, with one final jerk, she brought me to the peak of pleasure. I couldn't hold it back any longer, and I released myself fully by her hands. As I lay there, panting and spent, I couldn't help but think: "Moms jerk best - it's true."
But Alisa was not my mother. She was my lover, my confidant, my everything. And as she curled up next to me, her naked body pressed against mine, I knew that I was lucky to have her in my life. She was my oasis in this desert of a world, and I wouldn't trade her for anything.
But for now, I would simply bask in the afterglow of her touch, and revel in the fact that she was all mine.
Alisa, with her wild mane of curly hair and plump, pouty lips, had always been a sensual woman, unafraid to explore the depths of her desires. She had an unspoken understanding with me, a bond that went beyond words; one that allowed us to freely indulge in our most carnal desires.
As she leaned over me, her soft and sloppy hands moving expertly over my already throbbing penis, I couldn't help but marvel at her abilities. Her lips, so full and inviting, were a blur as she brought me closer and closer to the edge with her professional hands.
And then, with one final jerk, she brought me to the peak of pleasure. I couldn't hold it back any longer, and I released myself fully by her hands. As I lay there, panting and spent, I couldn't help but think: "Moms jerk best - it's true."
But Alisa was not my mother. She was my lover, my confidant, my everything. And as she curled up next to me, her naked body pressed against mine, I knew that I was lucky to have her in my life. She was my oasis in this desert of a world, and I wouldn't trade her for anything.
But for now, I would simply bask in the afterglow of her touch, and revel in the fact that she was all mine.
