I hear him sigh loudly and I take his hand in mine, slipping my slender fingers between his thick ones and rest my head on his shoulder, he in turn leans his on the top of my head, giving my hand a gentle squeeze and sighing again. We kiss for a few minutes, his hand cupping my cheek to begin with before sliding down to squeeze and caress my ass, my own hand tracing circles on his chest and stomach. “You think they like each other, don’t you?” it’s more of a statement than a question. I look at him with one clear eye, one bloodshot and burst out laughing. “So, what does the great winner want for his prize?”
“Hmmmm,” he feigns thoughtfulness, “seeing as you’ve been brave enough to ask to meet my mom, why don’t you decide?”
“Alright then…” I get out of bed, beckoning him with my finger. I grip his hair tightly, forcing his face harder into my pussy as I drenched him in juice, my body convulsing. “I think there’s definitely something there,” I reply, leaning my head on my hand. I hold my boobs around his shaft with one hand and try to clear the thick goo from my eye as he keeps cumming, splattering my face, hands and breasts with his thick seed.
