"Ohhh! Ohh! Baby! f**k!!" My throat has been sore. I'm with you all the way. He's in a fantastic mood, holy crap. How is it possible that the person I adore is the ideal fit for me? "Hmm.... oh f**k!" Grant moaned
Goddammit, there's no way I'm going to be able to handle the pleasure of finally having him completely inside me for very long. A piece of myself. It's nearly too much for him, but he's in such a happy mood. He's still on top of me, softly rubbing his pelvic bone on my sweet spot while he thrusts his arms out from under me. That nasty man knows much too much about me. He reaches over and lays a cushion under my hips, which I find comforting.
I begin to complain due to my dripping wetness, but I feel him slither back into the room. Oh, my goodness. he is now hitting my g-spot wi
