I do.
It’s shocking how tight she is. Every f*****g time. I mean, all women are—I’ve never met a p***y that didn’t feel good on my c**k—but Zenny’s is some magnitude of heaven I’ve never felt before. She holds me like a glove, tighter than a glove, and when I get so deep that the tip of me is in her belly, she flutters and grips me tighter. And when I slide out, her body tries to hold me in, greedy and hungry for my organ.
I cup her ass in my hands and start f*****g her cunt in earnest, and her hands leave her panties and go everywhere—to tangle in my hair and to rub against my beard and to fist up my shirt so she can see my stomach muscles working to f**k her.
“Sean,” she says. She says it possessively, like it’s her name to say, and it is, it is, I want my name to belong to her f
