Aiden looked down at her with dark, possessive pride, a slow, satisfied smile spreading across his lips.
"Fuck… that fuck felt so good. A mature, milf body is too good." he murmured, voice low and filthy. His eyes devoured every inch of her wrecked body. Her massive, milk-heavy breasts rose and fell with shallow, unconscious breaths, still leaking thick jet of white streams from her swollen nipples. Her pussy gaped obscenely, a thick river of his cum and her own squirt pouring out in slow, obscene pulses, running down her thick thighs and pooling on the soaked futon.
He leaned down and kissed her hungrily, sucking her tongue into his mouth, swallowing her soft, unconscious moan. Ayashi's broken mind still clung to pleasure even in sleep; her pussy fluttered around nothing, another tiny aftershock ripping through her. Aiden pulled back with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting their lips.
