The Morning After
My c**k grew harder at the slippery and delicious sensation of her wetness. I pulled her up slightly and fit it back into her p*ssy. Pressing her her down, she shivered and held me tighter. We had been going at it for nearly an hour but it felt new all over again as though we'd only just begun. She moaned and groaned, biting on my lip and sucking my tongue, though I'd barely ever kissed anyone, I knew certainly that no one was as skillful as Margret when it came to kissing. She moved her hips and began to grind on my c**k, “Ahh yes, right there!” she moaned loudly, her lips parted even wider as her breaths quickened. I couldn't help but wonder if she were like this with other men, hungry and desperate, but it aroused me nonetheless. Pulling in and out of her drove me tirelessly insa
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