Did she love him? Her on top, mashing and rocking her cunt on his face, desperate till she got herself off, squeezing his face between her hot thighs. Xxx vedio He stroked every part of her body, cupping and feeling her breasts, sliding his warm hands up the underside of her thighs, raising and spreading them. Now, on a Friday, he was coming over for the evening, which would probably last the entire weekend. (He really was eight inches, she measured it once.)
God his shaft could get so incredibly HARD. Did she love him? She had no answer for herself. Maybe it was the full moon. Now her mind flooded with a powerfully familiar image of him fucking her from behind. For a helluva lot of people it would have been the fuck of a lifetime. His eyes narrowed and he watched even more intently as it slid back out shiny, so wet, covered with her pussy cream, its huge veins bulging. “I love you so much,” she whispered. While he was finishing, shaking the last of the load from his prick, the thought occurred to him that this was probably the only woman he had ever known who could really be called “insatiable.”
He wasn’t sure she could ever get enough. He just hoped he had enough to keep her coming back.
