Let’s not talk about other men

“Actually, let’s not talk about other men,” I say, and push my cock inside her. I groan, “Let’s talk about how amazing your pussy feels. Holy fuck.”

She purrs, “How do I feel?”

“Heavenly,” I say. “No way you’re a mom.”

“I’m a mom and have been with a lot of men. My pussy is experienced.”

“Bravo. It’s incredible.”

Her wet tightness squeezes me as I thrust in and out. “Your pussy is like a rich dessert. No way could I have this more than once a year. I’d be spoiled.”

“We should make a date once a year where you can be inside me again.” Her ass presses back into me with each thrust.

“We shouldn’t have broken the seal. Now I’m going to want to fuck you every time I see you.”

She laughs, “You always wanted to fuck me. Your eyes give you away every time. You’ve wanted me since we first met.”

And now I’m finally buried inside her. I squeeze her petite body. “Yeah, but now I know what your pussy feels like. Holy shit my wife is never going to compare.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll send you pictures to jerk off to.”

I let myself come, and her tight pussy sensually milks the cum from my cock. I lay still and enjoy the sensation. Phoebe purrs, “I have rule. If you come in me, you have to eat it out.”