Mommy's Punishment

The boy who can't be tamed, about to receive some good old fashioned parenting.

Her lips were wet against mine, our tongues dancing. I fel ther warm hand under my top as it slowly made its way down toward the edge of my jeans, she teased me for a while. I smiled as our kiss continued and decided that I could play the same game, I ran my hand up and down her milky thigh, only occasionally slipping it up her dress and rubbing the back of my hand over her moist lace thong....Read On