Continuing to dip my purple tip, Dee kept cleaning up, which drove me out of my mind. Whether it was nerves, excitement of whatever, she kept licking, swallowing and talking. She kept calling me a dirty, old man. Needed to stop that talking, so I dropped to my knees, spread her legs, and proceeded headlong into her coarse, brown pussy patch. ...
The time to cum was at hand (no pun intended), so Dee threw open her thighs instinctively as was the usual practice, exposing her hairy bush. The old bull had a different idea, moving up to the tits, which caused wifey to reflex cover her eyes with her hands. White, sticky goo deposits were made on tits, shoulder, neck and chin. Never get tired...
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