She turned to face him when he walked around behind her
Read more. He moaned as he came, holding her tight, squeezing her breasts in his hands before reaching down to her hips, holding them in order to thrust deeply. He was now in position, his large hands gripping her breasts and his head by hers, his lips on her shoulder
Mature Woman. . It was more perfect than any painting, more lasting and true than any portrait she’d ever seen
She turned to face him when he walked around behind her
Read more. He moaned as he came, holding her tight, squeezing her breasts in his hands before reaching down to her hips, holding them in order to thrust deeply. He was now in position, his large hands gripping her breasts and his head by hers, his lips on her shoulder
Mature Woman. . It was more perfect than any painting, more lasting and true than any portrait she’d ever seen
She turned to face him when he walked around behind her
Read more. He moaned as he came, holding her tight, squeezing her breasts in his hands before reaching down to her hips, holding them in order to thrust deeply. He was now in position, his large hands gripping her breasts and his head by hers, his lips on her shoulder
Mature Woman. . It was more perfect than any painting, more lasting and true than any portrait she’d ever seen
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