Mind-Blowing Head from a Desperate Slut

I slump backwards, releasing my grip on her legs, my head on the carpet but my eyes still worshipping the sweetly-rounded ass that is quivering just a few inches above me. XXX With a smile, she says that she had better put the groceries in the refrigerator – the bag is still lying, unheeded, where it was put down in the hall. Her trim body is fully revealed, her jeans remaining at half-mast, and almost without realising it she has slipped a hand inside her own panties and is gently stroking herself. She runs her tongue around her lips, looking like a cat who has just emptied a bowl of cream – and I did cream, oh yes, I creamed for you, my sleek cat, my pussy-cat …