s*x GAMES IN PRAGUE
Mr. Jones slipped inside his wife. Inch by inch. Slowly disappearing in her warmth. She moaned and let out a slight gasp when the entirety of his c**k had finally filled her. Soon, they were f*****g. Really, really f*****g. Mrs. Jones was, as usually, incredibly tight. Warm and very, very wet. As Mr. Jones set about f*****g her silly. He was like a machine, a s*x machine, able to last as long as his wife needed. Soon her moans turned to muffled screams. Fingers clenching the sheets of their bed. From the window of the hotel room, she could see the sun setting over the Charles Bridge. She watched it disappear across the Vltava River as her husband continued to f**k her.
Mrs. Jones appreciated her husband and his uncanny ability to f**k her for as long as she needed. Af
