I locked my arms around her thighs and plunged in. She yelped, gasped, and groaned. Her head fell back, clonking on the wooden table.
"Take me."
I did. I dipped my knees, so my c**k would massage that spot Becky taught me. Mom came and came, in gushers. I held back. After a few minutes, I pulled out. Picking her up, leaving the puddle of her spend on the table, I carried her to the living room, her most cherished room, perfectly decorated. I threw the towel I had brought on the couch, placed her on it, and knelt between her legs.
"Eat me, baby. Suck mommy's p***y. I want to c*m in your mouth."
She did four times. Each one a warm flood of musky sensation. She pressed my mouth off her c**t, "Too much, baby." We were panting.
"Sarah's room, and it's my turn." She said.
Splayed across my
