The feel of his c**k in her was exhilarating and the sparks that came with it made her want him the more. He reached over and tangled her hair in a rough pony tail as he kept f*****g her senseless.
Leila loved it and her loud moans could attest, she held onto the coffee table in the room for support as the thrusts grew more powerful.
The tightening of her p***y muscles announced her near orgasm but without warning, Fred pulled out of her and had an evil look in his eye.
Leila looked up at him, her eyes filled with deep loathing but had a blend of desperation. She wanted his c**k so badly he would do anything and everything for it.
“Why did you pull out?’ her voice was stained with both loathing and desperation but that did not bother him.
“Beg for it,” he answered. “Earn your orgasm
