Shooting back up to catch her breath, she pushed her head back down, but this time onto his stomach, where she proceeded to lick up the remaining juices – the feeling of her delicate tongue on his body was like being painted with a small, warm brush. Her breasts looked deliciously taut as they laid flat against her chest, gently pushing up and down with each of her tiny breaths. xxx sex After a moment’s pause, standing solemnly in their fancy art-deco-inspired hotel bathroom, he remembered something his father told him just before he passed. Her body was almost completely still as he confidently strode towards her. He felt her throat expand as she forced herself to take it all. “I love you…” she mustered. It wasn’t easy for her, his girth stretched her significantly – her opening felt like it might tear – her face contorting in response. While she was closely trimmed, she was by no means clean-shaven, and he was certain that based on the sensation of a thousand sharp knives cutting into his lips and chin, that he was going to have a road-rash the next morning. She was burning inside as well – the aspiration of her trip unfolding before her – the sensation of being this close to her son sending her into a frenzy.
