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Making the milf list 4

Date: 2/20/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Mature, Taboo, Author: vtevte, Rating: 96, Source: xHamster

touching and teasing, inviting and pleasing. I dropped a hand to her waist and pushed against her, separating us a little. Her mouth remained on mine and she moaned, trying to press herself against me. I relented and moved my hand to her hip while the other opened on her shoulder blade allowing me to pull her closer. I crushed her against my chest and I opened my mouth to kiss her deeply. Her head sloughed to the side and though we were about the same height, she ended up cradled in my arm while I kissed down on her mouth, clasping her tightly to my body. I broke the kiss and helped her stand up again. "I am sorry, Mrs. Honeywell, if you did not want . . . if you meant . . . if I did not . . . Perhaps I should go?" I asked. Mrs. Honeywell laid a hand on the side of my cheek, caressing it. "Sweet, sensitive Sonny. Be sure that I wanted you to kiss me." She leaned into me and kissed me again, her hands laying lightly on my chest and shoulder. Her mouth was wide open and her tongue flicked at me. I returned her kiss, placing both hands on her hips and tugging her against me. She melted against me. To make sure of the situation, I moved my hands down to her ass and clasped it, squeezing her cheeks. Mrs. Honeywell grunted in my mouth. Then she pulled back and gazed into my eyes. "I think you may have found that married woman who is willing to help you out." She spoke with a slight lilt and then she was laughing, dropping her forehead against my chest. "Oh Sonny, you do not know ... how many times I have wanted to kiss you. You are such a desirable man! I always felt so ashamed when you would come around and my pussy would get wet just seeing you. When you take off your shirt, I feel faint!" My hands began to rub her ass and she went silent which had not been my intention. She looked up at me again. "God, kiss me again!" She breathed. I did. Her head tilted so our lips meshed perfectly and our tongues tangoed and tangled. I squeezed her ass. She broke the kiss again. "Fuck I love your hands on my ass, Sonny! Oh god, I want you so bad. Am I terrible?" I grinned. "You are just helping me out, Mrs. Honeywell." I moved my hands up to the back of her dress. It was rough, harsh under my hands. I wanted it off. "You are being generous, Mrs. Honeywell." I said, fingering the hook and zipper. I smiled. Mrs. Honeywell was staring at me as I unzipped her dress. She gasped when my fingertips brushed her cool black flesh. "Call me, Alissa, Sonny." She breathed, her eyes half closed. Then she pressed against me again, her huge breasts between us, communicating her panting passion to me in concert with her lips locking onto mine. She pulled at my lower lip with her lips and sucked on it, watching me while she did. I found her bra and released it, with some difficulty. Alissa's eyes widened a bit then closed as she sank back into our kiss, mouth wide open. We stood kissing, pressing our bodies together for several minutes, sharing the deep kiss. She shuddered and pulled ...