Rather than flipping out, asking me what I’m doing, demanding an explanation, aunty Ellen smiled, locked eyes with mine, approached the bed, and tugged my boxers and shorts off until I was butt naked other than my socks; cock hard as a rock in my hand, thong in my mouth, and an expression of nervousness in my eyes. Blowjob porn She took off her t-shirt and was in a sports bra and tight black leggings. I moaned “holy fuck Ellen” as she rhythmically forced my cock to the depths of her throat and back up to her lips, lathering my cock with her tongue and making eye contact with me the entire time. Without saying a word, she smiled at me, used my boxers to wipe the pool of cum from my stomach, and proceeded to take the shower she originally intended to take. Boy, those post-jog thongs were powerful, way more stinky and danker than the thongs she had plastered to her holes all day.
