My gf’s mom was in the kitchen, still in her work skirt, hips swaying slow while she poured a drink. We stared as each other and neither of us looked away. We just ripped each other’s clothes off.
My gf’s mom was in the kitchen, still in her work skirt, hips swaying slow while she poured a drink. We stared as each other and neither of us looked away. We just ripped each other’s clothes off.