An American Milf Volume 3

I was fucking her hard over the kitchen table. She was screaming aloud as I pounded her pussy from behind. I had pulled down her skirt and her panties. They were at her ankles. We were both standing, but I had bent her down so that her belly was touching the dark mahogany table in her kitchen. That gave me easy access to her pussy. She was a MILF (Mom I’d Like to Fuck) that I had recently met.