Taking a seat on the edge of my bed, I looked at Martha, whose hair was still in my hand. She was kneeling on all fours. I pulled her so she knelt between my legs, her arms resting on my thighs.
Full of shame, Martha looked down, but I grabbed her chin and lifted her head up, staring straight into her eyes, which were full of uncertainty.
Her eyes struggled to avoid my cock, which was right in her face.
"Did you get wet from that?" I asked, stroking her hair.
"Yes."
"Louder, I can't hear you.
"YES," Martha said, putting more strength into her voice, her eyes a bit watery.
"Show me."
The milf blinked at the question but, knowing what to do, took her left hand south and brought it up a second later, her fingers covered in wet liquid.
Looking at Martha, I brought her fingers up and sucked on them one by one, savouring her taste, enjoying how she relaxed. Then, I leaned down and kissed her.
"You taste good, baby," I whispered, stroking her cheek.
