Revealing Hidden Erotic Fantasies in seduction of my son

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in seduction of my son. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “seduction of my son,” she sighs, “please seduction of my son.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “seduction of my son!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “seduction of my son”.