“f**k me, Yai.” She gripped his shoulder and stared him in his eyes hungrily, licking her lips.
“You want me to f**k you, huh?” he asked, talking to her real masculine like as he tore open her blouse and freed her succulent breasts from their clothed prison. He locked eyes with her, holding her hips with one hand and choking her lightly with the other. “You want me to f**k you, Bell?” He started off slow stroking that p***y, but slowly began to pick up the pace, feeling her growing even wetter around him.
“Yes, daddy,” she slightly gagged and moaned.
“Huh? I can’t f*****g hear you!” he scowled and grumbled angrily, stroking her feverishly.
“Yessss…gahhh…fuck me, Yai!” she whined and choked, feeling him spearing her middle and stiffening her c**t. While small flap of meat of hers was pu
