Pop Touched Me: The Art of Rob Pruitt

He raised his hand, but found that he couldn't move it toward her secret place without her help. She took his hand in hers and guided it between her legs. When Rob felt the incredible, heat and moistness of his mother's fragrant cunt he began moving his fingers against her wet flesh. The silken smoothness of his mother's cunt-flesh amazed him. Her cunt seemed to grow hotter and hotter the more he played with her. His fingertips glided over her rose inner flesh. Her pussy flowed like a fountain of honey between her legs. He touched the trembling lips of his mother's pussy, touched them until she begged him to put his finger against the hot bud of her clit. "Touch my clit, Rob! Oh God! It's so hot, so fucking hot! Stroke me there lover! Oh yes! That's so wonderful! Press it for me! Press my little clit." Rob's quivering cock was standing up against his belly, dripping with pre-seminal fluid. His balls were swollen with cum, feeling as if they would bunt at any second. The sound of his mother's sultry voice, the sound of her moans of delight, made him wild inside ...»