Sansa's birthday Gift II
BEN, who had been watching the entire display with an almost primal intensity, now moved between Sansa’s legs. Sansa’s eyes widened, her shame and guilt momentarily forgotten in the face of the overwhelming anticipation. His c**k, thick and engorged, glistened with pre-c*m, pulsing with a life of its own.
“Ready for me, little bird?” Ben's voice was a low growl, his eyes fixed on hers. His c**k gre harder the more he stared at her lithe body that was now covered with sweat. His wife's niece was so f*****g beautiful.
Sansa nodded, her throat tight, unable to speak. Her p***y, still throbbing from her orgasm, felt stretched and open, yearning for him.
Ben pushed forward, slowly, deliberately. The head of his c**k, warm and slick, pressed against her opening, nudg
