Fúckíng My Girlfriend’s Mum
Julian had no dámn business thinking what he was thinking the first time he met Sasha’s mum. But the second she opened the door, his cóck twitched, and that was it. Game over.
Valerie Wilson stood there in a silky wrap dress that clung to her títs and hugged her hips like sin itself. Her legs were smooth, her waist tight, but it was her lips that fúckéd him up. They were thick, wet, painted a red so deep it screamed cúm here.
“Hi, you must be Julian,” she purred.
He barely heard her over the pounding in his pants. “Yeah. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Wilson.”
She smiled, leaned in, and kissed his cheek. Her lips were just wet enough to make his skin burn. “Call me Valerie. I’m still young, still hot, and I don’t do Mrs. anything.”
That kiss haunted him for hours.
