Betty.
“Oh God, yeah, f**k me harder!” I sobbed.
It's Sunday morning, and I should keep the sabbath day holy, but the bed frame is creaking. I'm being bent over my ass shooting in the air while Ethan thrusts into me from behind.
“Slowly honey!” I pleaded, feeling a mix of pleasure and pain as I turned to face him. He slowed down a bit then stopped completely, his gaze on my wet p***y.
“Oh, s**t, you are so damn wet!” He cheers, his voice laced with pleasure. “ You are in control now, miss!”
I wanted to object but then, I didn't want to kill the mood. We locked gaze as I got up on him rubbing his hardened c**k on my slit, I moaned as the head of his c**k stretched me open, yeah I was tight as f**k.
I began to whine and twist on his c**k, rotating my hips, a dance of pleasure, he
