I f****d her too hard on one of my strokes, and she clutched at her p***y. "Sorry, baby, fuck." I pulled out and dropped my jeans the rest of the way off, trying to give myself time to calm down before turning back to her.
Her eyes were wide and dreamy, her skin flushed and her lips red and just a little swollen from my kisses. She looked like a siren of lore. One of those women makes men think of nothing but going deep and staying there until he got the job done.
She always looks so f*****g doable; it's a wonder I can leave our bed in the mornings. Or not run back to it every f*****g chance I get. I knew her ass was going to be trouble from the get. She was still clutching at her p***y with a pained look on her face.
"It hurts?" She nodded and covered her hole with her hand. It's easy
