The squats were paying off. It was all soft bends and curves and his fingers were running around them in an endless marathon.
His hand was under her and her ass was off the bed to meet him all the way to his hilt and unsheathed his dick to reveal her lips clinging onto his girth as he slid out just to ram it back in again and she was not ready for it.
It was a good time to watch her commit all her buccal cavity to the suction. Her tongue swirled and he filled her up all the way to the back of the throat.
The view, albeit obstructed by her free-flowing dress, was one to die for. In retrospect, gave it all a little room for imagination.
His tongue swirled to the gyration of my waist as his dick part my labial lips and my clit touched his dickhead then the whole shaft ran under it.
I couldn’t control my panting. It was heavy. I leaned back, pushed his head deeper and let him have all of me.
I wanted this guy. I had wanted him since the first day I stumbled upon this place. I wanted him to play me all night long. I wanted those hands all over me. Problem was, I did not think he liked me the same way.