She’s wearing a gypsy-style floor length dress with slits at the side that go up to her thighs, and I wonder if she knows how her hips sway beneath it when she walks. I take her arms and pin them down onto the bed above her head, and already her fingers are dripping wet with her own juices. XXX It’s one of the only times I’ve heard her swear. My erection presses against the denim of my jeans. My spit does the job and heals how sore she must feel, because when I finally strip and push my cock inside her she doesn’t wince or cry.
