[ right this moment, he never imagined she would want him this much with how she let him shift her and how keenly she looks at him. that she poses her hand on his slips him back to the reality of their soon lovemaking, feeling her trying to assert his intentions, watching how cute and sexy she looks in fours. he moves her hand on his hip back to his nearest buttock, to hold him there, which caused to press themselves more against each other, a wistful sigh because his body could remember the ache of missing her like this.
like her, he savors his cock sheathed so perfectly in her, a hand crawling to press on her belly. as much as his wild desire urges him to move, he stays as it is a little more. ]
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like her, he savors his cock sheathed so perfectly in her, a hand crawling to press on her belly. as much as his wild desire urges him to move, he stays as it is a little more. ]
You're my perfect sheath...