Finally, utterly spent, she collapsed onto him, her chest heaving, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their shared release. “You’re not going to torture me again, are you?”
She chuckled, leaning in to kiss him deeply, her tongue sliding against his. xxx video She bit her lower lip, her eyes searching his. “Make Mommy cum. “Your turn,” she prompted, her voice softer now. For a moment, he looked like the little boy she used to tickle until he couldn’t breathe. “Not yet. I came home all drunk and covered in oil from the male stripper.” She giggled, the memory flooding back—the laughter, the freedom, the way Michael had scowled when he saw the tiny butterfly peeking out from beneath her panties.
