Hellen goes back for more- 2

Staring the boy straight in the eye, Hellen slowly lowered herself up and down on his rod, her pussy rapidly adjusting to the teen’s girth as she fucked herself up and down on his big cock spike.

“Feel good, Baby? Does my pussy feel good on your cock? Do you like the way I go up and down real slow?”

“Yessss, Mrs Walker,” the tortured teen hissed. “I love the way you do it, it feels so good. You feel so good on me.”

“What feels good, lover? What feels good? My pussy? My cunt? Tell me, Marcus. I want to hear you say it!”

“Your p-p-pussy! You pussy feels good on me. It’s so wet and hot. And tight! It’s squeezing me!” Marcus managed to choke out.

“Hmm that’s it, Baby,” Hellen encouraged. “That’s the way. You can talk dirty to me and call me names; I like that! Don’t be embarrassed. I want you to say cock, and pussy, and cunt, and ass. That turns me on, baby. And I bet it turns you on too!”

Marcus moaned feebly as Hellen’s lesson in dirty talk continued and he stared, unbelieving, at the juncture where his cock was continually disappearing into Hellen’s shaved little pussyhole. Hellen’s thigh’s flexed strongly as she kept up a slow up and down motion on the boy’s cock. Her stokes were slow but long, taking in and then releasing the full length of Marcus’s seven-inch cock on each pass. On each upstroke, Hellen would pause for a second and squeeze just the head of Marcus’s prick with her, talented cunt muscles. Each time she did this, the boy would moan and shiver, his cock tightly clasped in the sweet housewife’s pretty pussy.