Straddling him, she slowly impaled herself on his cock, her
fiery well of passion sucking in his long steaming poker. XXX As he glanced to the pulsing blue numbers of
a shelf-top’s digital clock, he tremored, “What if your husband returns
early from work?”
She muttered, her soft voice quaking, “He won’t. Their conversation diminished to whispers and soft laughter. He was living with two roommates in a rented duplex
two blocks from the college. A MARRIED woman! I NEED your cock!” With tears streaming down her face, ï 7 3
Šshe pleaded for every inch of the monster that was thrusting deep
into her lubricated pussy. Her
nervous blush looked like an advanced case of sunburn. She tossed me a
quizzical nod. Greg disengaged. He sucked each firm, reddened nipple
until they stood out like spikes. Feeling his enormous hardness, she
cried
