Milf Ava Stone struts confidently towards him, her ample chests bouncing with every step. "You're really enjoying that, aren't you?" She asks, her voice seductive yet demanding. He looks up at her, unable to form a response as he's lost in the pleasure she's giving him.
She grabs him by the hair and pulls his face close to hers. Her hot breath on his neck sends shivers down his spine. "Don't you want to see what I can do with my mouth?" She whispers huskily. He nods eagerly, unable to form words.
She climbs onto his lap, her skirt riding up to reveal her shapely legs. She leaned back, giving him a clear view of her lacy black thong. Slowly, she grinds against him as she teases him. "Or we could try a different approach altogether."
