“You ready to give your first press conference, Mom?”
“I am,” I said. It was such a wondrous treat. Indian sex Her flesh rippled about me. I cleared the secure part of the airport and descended the escalator. Black hair contrasted with the scarlet blushing across her cheeks as she saw me. I wasn’t wearing a bra—I lost it on the plane—and shuddered as she loved my nipple through my garment. “Just love my girl-dick. I had no idea what her name was, or even what she looked like. I almost unloaded in her. My clit-dick ripped through her cherry. And everyone’s going to know that I fuck my interns. Lola had used both the holes I was enjoying. This was my own daughter making out with the virgin I just deflowered. Her lips pursed together. Her snatch clenched about me, squeezing my shaft as she slid back up me. I fluttered my tongue against it. “That’s why I’m our press secretary, Mom,” Leah said, her voice so bright and cheerful. “I’m your analyst, Mom,” a brunette girl with such a familiar face, said. She winked at me. My pussy convulsed, juices gushing out of me.
