Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
“Oops! Haha, Hey there Kiddo. Mama didn’t realize you were still up.” As soon as I caught sight of you sprawled out on the couch, I went from walking to scurrying across the living room on my tiptoes. I never would have come out of my room in only my underwear if I’d known.
My arms moved up to band across my chest. Covering my supple MILF tits as I tried to hurry to the laundry room. I’d forgotten my nightie was in the load I just washed and needed to snag it after my shower. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. But you’re a big boy now, and the sight of Mama’s blonde curls peeping out of the sides of her cotton panties made your cock spring to life.
Wanna Lick Mama’s Hairy Bush?
You snatched my wrist, stopping me as I passed before I could slip into the laundry room. I was surprised by the strength in your grip and looked down at you innocently. “What is it, baby?” I watched your gaze lower from my face to the patch of freshly showered pubic hair and the smooth fabric of my panties containing most of my mound. You swallowed tightly and licked your lips.
Heat stained across my chest and cheeks, realizing what my body was doing to yours. You pulled me in closer to the couch and sat up to rub your nose over the crotch of my panties. Inhaling my musky Mommy scent. It gave me goosebumps and instantly dampened my pussy. “We shouldn’t,” I whisper uselessly, feeling your fingers peeling down my underwear to get a better look at the mass of curls. Your eyes flick up at mine, and I watch your tongue stretch out.
Oh. We shouldn’t, but I don’t want you to stop. “Do you wanna lick Mama’s hairy bush, big boy?
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270