Dalon
Rejena fits into me like she was made for me, or was I made for her as she is older? It doesn’t matter, the only thing that matters is the fact that her lips taste like tomatoes and basil from the sauce that she had been tasting earlier. What matters is how soft her lips are, and how hard her nails are digging into my chest. Her back is arched, pressing harder into me as if she wasn’t to get as close to me as humanly possible.
I lick her lips, begging for access to her mouth and she opens up for me. My grab her legs right under her arse, and then lift her. She quickly wraps her legs around my hips and I feel like I am home. We pull apart to catch our breath, but instead of completely letting her go, I move my lips down her jaw, to her neck, sucking hard right under her ear, wantin
