"Were you thinking of me Tyson?" he asks, his voice husky and commanding. Bothers.
His hand goes under my panties and they quickly find the hole in my hot and soft v****a.
"No, I was thinking about him and how much he wanted me to be f****d," I growled as I felt his thrust. His finger enters me hard. My hands against the window, holding me is the only thing that prevents me from fainting.
I close my eyes and open my mouth for gasps of air, groaning low. But wanting to scratch the walls to contain the pleasure that J generates in me.
"You know what's the worst, Tyson?" he murmurs, leaning his body over mine without removing his hand from between my legs. He puts a hand next to my left hand, to support his body, and brings his face closer to my neck.
I hold back a gasp when I feel his l
