As he desired, he held on to my rounded bottom-cheeks with his firm palms and fingers. Von Shelly pushed and pulled on the pair as if they were mechanical devices. His grip on the solid rounds was strong. In fact, he used superhuman power, shifting me forward and backward on his shaft, cradling my behind, and having much control over me, until he…
He exclaimed over my back, “I’m going to shoot.”
“Do it,” I whispered, riding his beef. “Blow inside me.”
Perhaps a number of components sent him into a s****l blitz: my overt command, the forceful action of me backing into his c**k, tightening my buttocks around his inflexible post, his fingers digging into my bottom, his continuous thrusting, the heavy scent of male lust that filled the bedroom, and our labored panting. What transpired was s
