Milf Gives Massages In Her Studio

Oh, God…”
They collapse together. Different. Xnxx sex They tumble into the abyss together, their bodies jerking together in a tangled mess as Dean tugs Jo free to feel the dig of her nails on his shoulders as she rides out the waves of her orgasm. “Dean…” she keens. The tease of rough fingers over a firm breast and its stiff nipple. Did she trust him not to break her heart? He scrapes his lightly stubbled jaw against hers and breath catches in both of their throats. He doesn’t do sleepovers or breakfast. For years, he perfected the art of getting into and out of women’s beds quickly. He torments her, making her wait until her pleas become breathy. The sound of his breathing. God, Jo…”
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Dean startles awake to the feel of Jo’s soft mouth teasing across his lower abdomen. “Dean…” she whimpers, reaching for him and longing to see the desire in his eyes. No. He steadies her hips, wrapping her legs around his waist and driving deeper, causing them both to moan.