Wrenching from her all that she had. She lifted her head looking down at him, heaving breasts atop flawless ribcage, and washboard abs, she strained to control her spasms to no avail, finally collapsing, as exhausted as if she had run several miles she reached for him. This woman had invaded his heart and mind as had no other in years. Moving to her side as she reclined on the table he bent to kiss her. Head rolling back her lips opened to him in an invitation to claim her, and claim her he did. His mouth closed over hers as she gasped for breath, then effortlessly, he lifted her into his arms and carried her to the bed in the corner of the room. The glow from the candlelight framing her in an ethereal aura, seen only by him. His strong arms encircled her as he drew her toward him, her legs opening and finding his way into her, in the most natural way, no guidance, perfect alignment he slipped into her and as she enveloped him, welcoming him into her presence. His hips began a rhythm. She loved me. Birthed me. Raised me. We were more than mother and daughter now.We were lovers.Her panties off, she straightened. Her hands went behind her back. She stood tall, shoulders back and breasts thrust out of her. They rose with her breathing. Her cheeks blushed scarlet, her nipples hard. The tart aroma of her pussy reached my nose.“Mmm, look at your mother,” Ms. Petrov said. “She was such an innocent when I claimed her. Never eaten pussy. Never enjoyed a dildo. It was such a delight the first time she rimmed my asshole. I sent her home to you with that sour musk on her lips. I wonder if she kissed you in greeting when she got home while you had no idea how I’d used her mouth.”My cheeks burned. Mom usually would kiss my sisters and me when she would come home from work. On the cheeks. The forehead. Quick ones. Mom-type kisses.“You never knew she had my pussy cream or ass on her lips,” said Ms. Petrov. “That she when I called her in for ‘emergencies,’ I was tying her down and.
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