My Mom's Friend Nadia Styles Is Giving Me A BJ!

She owned some killer paintings but her eyes kept dipping south like she had other plans. One minute she was waving her arms about some abstract whatever, next she was straight-up staring at the bulge behind his zipper. Couldn't play it cool anymore. She dropped to her knees, tugged him free, wrapped her mouth around every thick inch, and started working him like the art could wait.