Soccer Mom Scores A Cum Goal

They were plump and hot. I quivered, my arms tightening across her Big Tits upper back. Then she broke away, leaving me struggling to catch my breath. My brother, Aingeal, and Zanyia slipped out of the woods into the clearing as I began my count. “One, two, three...” I crept in the brush with Nathalie, lying down on my stomach and staring at the tree as I counted. I slid my hand beneath my body and slipped it into my robe. I shuddered as I found my shaved pudenda then the wet folds of my pussy. I stroked up and down my slit, lubing my digits with my juices. “...sixty-nine, seventy, seventy-one...” I needed my pussy juices. They would be the paint I created my illusion out of. I shifted my hips, brushing my clit. Despite the fear weighing down my belly, heat rippled through me. My body responded to my touches. “...one hundred and two, one hundred and three, one hundred and four...” My fingers became slippery with juices. I pictured in my head the art I would paint in the real world, the flames crackling up the branches of the tree, the pine turning into a blazing torch to light up the night. I would need a lot of pain. “...one hundred and twenty-five, one MILF hundred and twenty-six, one hundred and twenty-seven...” My heart pounded in me. My hips shifted of the ground as my pussy cream dripped down my fingers Redheads and coated my hand. I rubbed my clit. My ass clenched and my pussy grew so tight. My nipples poked at my robes, pressed into the ground and throbbing as I twitched. “...one-hundred and sixty-three, one hundred and sixty-four, one hundred and sixty-five...” The tension grew in my stomach despite the lust my stroking fingers conjured. My brother and his women slipped deeper and deeper through the stocks, closer and closer to the three treemen who guarded it. What if this didn't work? “...one-hundred and eight-five, one hundred and eight-six, one hundred and eighty-seven...” What if they didn't care about trees burning like Aingeal claimed they would? “...one hundred and ninety-one, one hundred and ninety-two, one hundred and ninety-three...” What if they instead spotted my brother and killed him? “...one hundred and ninety-seven, one hundred and ninety-eight, one hundred and ninety-nine...” Time to find out if they'd come. “...two hundred.” I took a deep breath as I finished my count. I’m not asking you to do anything, Juliana. “What other changes?” He asked. Cum! “Okay…go ahead and give it a try, Mom.” “You’re such a smartass, girl.” I purred in rapture as I came. “Gabriel I’m MILF disappointed, we made a deal didn’t we,” he says and I’m confused. Remember? I licked my lips. Irina, get back on your hands and knees. I asked. The girl oozed with an earthy sensuality Big Tits as she walked over and knelt to check on them. “How pretty,” Kara remarked. I thought about offering him a blowjob, but no: I had come to Paris this time with the express purpose of performing French sex at that most French of Redheads places, the Eiffel Tower. Jill and Jen had surprised me......a lot…….I hadn’t seen this coming.