Wet pussy: hot sex with milf on the stairs

The sultry air was heavy with lust as she made her way up the stairs. Her steps were slow and deliberate, each one matching the rhythm of his deep, primal moans. She couldn't tear her eyes away from him - his muscles flexing, his hair damp with sweat. She could feel the wetness between her thighs growing with every stride. As she reached out to steady herself against the banister, he lunged forward, crashing his lips against hers with a raw, demanding passion. His hands slid up her skirt, tearing off her panties as he thrust his fingers deep inside her soaking-wet pussy. His lips trailed down her neck, nipples hard as pebbles against his rough skin."Fuck me," she whispered."Now, please." And they did, their bodies entwined in a fervent dance of desire.