Recent Blogs: PLEASE BANG MY WIFE turned about and Johnny was amazed to see how the thin string sides of her panties joined in the back into an even tinier triangle than the one that covered her front. This tiny translucent triangle, decorated with the tiniest black silken ribbon tied in a bow, narrowed into a thin string that descended and disappeared between the bare cheeks of her ass.
Johnny marveled at Mrs. Hanson's ass; judging from her round, firm, pear-shaped derriere it was obvious that she worked out. It was also obvious that her tanning sessions were au naturel; her toned flesh was an even tan color.
Mrs. Hanson regarded him over her shoulder, a mischievous smile on her face. "Do you like my ass?" she asked, reaching back to lightly tickle his cock and balls. Taking this as his cue, Johnny reaching out to fondle her ripe asscheeks. They were soft and round, and yet supple.
He was so engrossed in feeling her ass that when Mrs. Hanson turned about, Johnny suddenly found he was cupping her Mons du Venus in the palm of his hand. Mrs. Hanson leaned forward, lips parted; her hand went to his stiffening crank and her round tits pressed against his chest as they kissed.
