Miss Ava

Your phone sex mommy is about to strip down and hop into a nice bubble bath when I hear the front door downstairs close. I quickly slip off my robe and slide into the tub, closing my eyes pretending to be asleep. I left the door ajar for a specific reason and I hear it walking up the stairs as we speak. I feel your gaze on me, trying my best to peek my eyes open without giving away that I’m awake. I manage one look and notice you rubbing yourself through your jeans. You know your moms a hot phone sex mom. And she knows it too.

Ava

888 430-2010