Recent Blog: I SPY CAMEL TOE ISPYCAMELTOE.COM agreed. She had forgotten how hard and far a young man might shoot his load and, besides, even if much of it didn't go far, it wouldn't be good to get his pants all stained. What would his mother say about that when he went home? What would Bridget think?
She wondered if perhaps she should take it in her mouth. It was a terrible thought, a very nasty thought, but she smiled to herself as it crossed her mind. She would love to do that. Her husband had never allowed her to do that. It was bad enough to spill the seed for no good reason, it was simply obscene to ejaculate into the mouth of a partner. Mrs. Johnson, though, did wonder how it would taste and, frankly, the fact that it was such a bad, naughty, thing to do made it all the more exciting to contemplate. She could feel her own past feelings of guilt, of shame, wash away as she played with this young man's cock.
But, still, that would probably be going too far. It really didn't seem right to have Bridget's boyfriend cum in her mouth. She could hardly justify that to Bridget. "Here," she suggested, falling back on the couch, pulling him by his cock with her as she fell back down. "You can squirt it on my breasts."
"Mrs. Johnson!" That took him by surprise, but it was a very nice surprise. He had admired Mrs. Johnson's breasts for so long. He had imagined touching them, playing with him, but he had never imagined actually cumming on them.
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