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“This is your birthday present,” she said in a low voice.
– Mamm.
Mommy! Mom with two fingers tilted my flaming rod from the abdomen, made a wave-like movement with a pelvis.

Head penis buried in something hard.
Then the fingertips clasped the head at the base and began to drive it back and forth.

Mother’s pelvis began to drop down.
I sighed loudly.
Fingers unclenched, and the head, meeting resistance, squeezed through a narrow, hot and wet, then was swallowed together with the whole member, fell into a gentle, ready to accept my trap.
Mom was sitting tight for me, with my standing member inside.
I stiffened, raised my hips.
Mom swung, but sat on me tightly, like a rider.
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I again climbed under her shirt, two heavy, elastic pear-shaped breasts with protruding nipples poured into my palms.
Pulling back, I made another attempt to give relief to my petrified member.
– Mom, please.
Mom, please.

So once I begged my mom for a machine in a toy store, and now I did the same.
Mom smiled mysteriously, leaned over me again, her mouth wrapped around my lips, and then I felt that she lifted her ass and then slowly, smoothly lowered her down.
I choked hard, groaning from the intolerable sensation in the penis, stimulated by a hot, narrow, gently pochmakivayuschimi female genital organ.
My precious rider straightened up and began, in an unhurried rhythm, to jump on my convulsively thrown up hips.
If I could shout, I would scream.
But I just wheezed.
My hands did not know what to do with this dear, beautiful body, gently fucking me.
They slid from the breasts on the smooth sides to the buttocks and back.
I pulled up the lace hem of my shirt and looked at the neat black triangle of black tight curls that clung to my hairy pubis.
– Mom, please.
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