Brad squirmed, but there was no denying the experienced old fellatrix—she simply began smoothing her questing fingertip unconcernedly up and down through the exposed crack between his buttocks, touching at the surprised pucker of his suddenly sensitive anus. He cringed, embarrassed, and yet he could not escape. He was exposed and open, vulnerable beneath the wicked Helen, while his wife’s purposeful nails upon his n*****s controlled him utterly. He could only gasp and toss his head from side to side as the older woman teased naked pink skin that instinctively tried to recoil upon itself.
The smirking Helen rubbed him, stroked him, touched him, more intimately than he ever could have imagined. It was most strange. And yet…well, somehow it grew wickedly inflaming, too. She stimulated with a
