Still naked, I walked him to the front door and asked, “Shouldn’t you be home for dinner by now?”
With his eyes locked on my swaying boobs, he said, “No, I told Carla I was swinging by here to check on you after work, so we’re having a late dinner tonight.”
We shared a mother/son kiss at the door, and – with a final squeeze of each tit – Brad headed home to his wife. “Uhnn….Uhnn….Aahhhhh, I’m….cumming….Oh, my God…..That’s…amazing….Uhnn…Uhnn….keep going…..Aaaahhhhh….holy shit, Brad…..keep going……Uhnn…Uhnn….. Xnxx hd I was in the kitchen preparing my dinner when Brad came waltzing in. Then his breath started to catch and he closed his eyes, murmuring that he was about to cum, before blasting a load of hot, creamy splooge down the back of my throat. With his right hand still inside my shirt toying with my dangling tits and occasionally pinching my nipples, Brad used his other hand to pull the top of his shorts and boxers down below his nutsack, allowing his nearly erect prick to spring out, swinging back and forth, and gently slapping the side of my face. I never wore a bra around the house, so his hand was squarely on my naked breast, kneading and squeezing my 36DD tits.
