Her lips a perfect match to mine, my hands pull her dainty dress over her head and throw it in the corner with reckless abandon. She wraps her legs around my waist and her lips eagerly kissing all over my neck. One of her hands slides along the wooden floor guiding her back to the floor, the other pulling me on top of her.
Her body is rushing with adrenaline and need. The rush to f**k and feel something rather than face what just happened her only mission.
My jeans a little loose, I shove them down to my ankles, and she tugs my briefs down far enough for my c**k to spring free. It's hard and throbbing. Veins protruding around it and the pulsing sensation is so intense I'm ready to tear into her sweet p***y. I don't give a f**k if the wife tied to the chair is watching and there's a dead
