I slipped out her grasp and smiled as she curled herself into the spot I had been in, hoarding the last scrap of me that remained in the bed as I slipped into my boots, jeans, pistol belt and tack vest, not bothering with a shirt I stepped out of the truck and shut the door as quietly as possible
. " I kissed her deeply with a passion I had not felt before, and sparks danced acrossed my lips as our tongues dueled in a loving embrace as I pressed the throbbing head of my cock to her tight, soaked, entrance and slowly pushed inside. She was smiling broadly "Ok how do we start Sir?"
I stepped behind her and adjusted her stance, helping her line up her sights
. . But I still wondered what it felt like
I slipped out her grasp and smiled as she curled herself into the spot I had been in, hoarding the last scrap of me that remained in the bed as I slipped into my boots, jeans, pistol belt and tack vest, not bothering with a shirt I stepped out of the truck and shut the door as quietly as possible
. " I kissed her deeply with a passion I had not felt before, and sparks danced acrossed my lips as our tongues dueled in a loving embrace as I pressed the throbbing head of my cock to her tight, soaked, entrance and slowly pushed inside. She was smiling broadly "Ok how do we start Sir?"
I stepped behind her and adjusted her stance, helping her line up her sights
. . But I still wondered what it felt like
I slipped out her grasp and smiled as she curled herself into the spot I had been in, hoarding the last scrap of me that remained in the bed as I slipped into my boots, jeans, pistol belt and tack vest, not bothering with a shirt I stepped out of the truck and shut the door as quietly as possible
. " I kissed her deeply with a passion I had not felt before, and sparks danced acrossed my lips as our tongues dueled in a loving embrace as I pressed the throbbing head of my cock to her tight, soaked, entrance and slowly pushed inside. She was smiling broadly "Ok how do we start Sir?"
I stepped behind her and adjusted her stance, helping her line up her sights
. . But I still wondered what it felt like
Louise De Fleury, Emilie Devaux – Pola (2013)