“Tell me, baby... which one of those two should I not be doing?...”
I leaned forward, one hand on her lower back while my hips drove in, grinding against her in slow, dirty rolls.
Just like I’d be doing if I were pounding into that tight p***y.
I felt her shiver and fight to hold back the choked moans slipping from her throat.
She tried to push up from the table, but I pinned her down harder while I rubbed shamelessly against her black panties.
My hips moved harder, the friction turning sharper and faster.
“Grrr, shhh... f**k,” I growled, way too turned on now, feeling that soft mound drag over me again and again.
The wet line was already showing where her entrance was dripping those sweet juices.
For f**k’s sake, all I had to do was tug that fabric aside and f**k her.
“Ah, ah, ah
