Isabelle then stood up on her heels and wiped her lips with the back of her hand, and Darius couldn’t stop himself from squeezing her firm ass. ‘Whatever you’re cooking, it smells delicious.’
‘Thank you. Black porn Isabelle shook her head weakly. ‘And when are you getting back?’
‘I’m not sure,’ he said, opening the door. ‘Whatever you’re cooking, it smells delicious.’
‘Thank you. She was just as beautiful as her daughter, with youthful, smooth skin and alluringly dark eyes – dyed hair? ‘You’re my mum…and I know it should feel wrong. Both women had apparently mastered the art of the strut as they walked towards him, hips swaying delightfully. ‘What’s-’ Suddenly his eyes became as glassy as his spectacles, his mouth hanging open. He relished in the feel of her two pillowy breasts pressing against his chest, and began to rub the front of her dress, the orange fabric the only thing between him and her soaked panties. Even if it was from her own mother. Every fibre in his body screamed at him to keep fucking Eleanor, but he had to see this play out.
