I wrapped my arms around him, exploring the firmness of his back, while his hands went wandering, too. Mature porn ‘To make sure they’re fitting right’, he said, but really he was just making me squelch and gush into the thin cotton fabric. God, I really was a mess! For months already he had been fingering me to orgasm any time I asked, without ever getting anything in return except the enjoyment of getting to do it for me. “Fuck…” he swore in disappointment and exhaustion, breathing heavily against my neck as he lay on top of me. Well… But in my mouth? “Lose the condom, then lay down on your back,” I told him, and though I could tell I’d confused him he quickly moved to do as I said. He was wearing black boxer-briefs, and in the dimness of the room that meant I couldn’t see a thing! He was wearing black boxer-briefs, and in the dimness of the room that meant I couldn’t see a thing!
