Description

Ivy Ireland's mature body glistens with sweat as she rubs her needy clit - imagining her stepson watching and getting off. Her hands roam her curves before settling between her thighs again with renewed vigor. With a shuddering moan, she pinches the sensitive nub - coaxing out sparks of pleasure that dance up her spine."Ohhh yes baby, stroke that cock for me," she purrs seductively - addressing her invisible audience of one. "I want to hear you grunt like a naughty boy."Ivy throws her head back, blonde curls tumbling across her pillow as she loses herself in the fantasy. One hand squeezes her breast roughly, kneading the soft flesh and tweaking the nipple while the other works magic on her pussy. She's so close, cunt clenching on emptiness...almost there, almost...there!