Watching her worship his cock, roaming her hands over his washboard stomach, he thought back to that night a year ago when he met her in a bar. I’ll tear that pussy up!”
Greg moved toward the drunkard, “Greg!” his mother tried to stop him. Blowjob sex Get that pussy, boy,” He said, struggling to stand, throwing his bottle down. “Wow,” he thought. He shrugged and opened the magazine, thinking if he accidentally flipped to her spread, then it’d be ok. Take off your shoes and relax.”
Greg did as he was told, sitting against the pillows his mother stacked. I’ll be in the shower, don’t keep me waiting,” Fernanda grinned, walking by him. You’re the perfect wife.”
Greg put the letter down. His mother shook her head, “Fine.”
“Good,” Greg stood, grabbing her plate, while she made her way to her bathroom.
