He's flat on his back on the mattress while she humps up and down over him like a lunatic while she lets out these awful screeches of pleasure, is all wrong, and as much as I want to stop watching it, I can't, I can't peel myself from this sad attempt of some kind of mediocre p**n. The continuous moans, grunts, and the slap of bodies and the thrusting of his untanned a*s cheeks, which are ridiculously white because now he has made a quick change to doggy. At least with her, he shows some enthusiasm.
For the longest time, I sat there watching them. I'm surprised to notice that instead of being jealous and betrayed, I felt disgusted. A little bit of anger since they were going at it over my new overpriced white duvet. How had then not seen a third person standing watching them? I had no ide
