"Mom! That
. what was all the weird talk about?"
"Weird talk, Molly?" says Anita.
. " "I'm cuuuuuuumi--- God, yes!" "And don't you dare fucking stop!"
Wanting to simply collapse into heap on top of her lover, let him take control and let him fuck the rest of her orgasm out of her, she realized that in his current position, it would be damned near impossible to take control of anything, up to his neck in his wife's wet sex, shackled at the wrists, pants still partly secured around his thighs, he wasn't going anywhere, at least not without looking totally retarded. They weren't making love; this was a good rough fuck on the carpet, the two grunting and panting with the pulses and waves of sexual energy, pleasure, and the raw animalistic force of sex
"Mom! That
. what was all the weird talk about?"
"Weird talk, Molly?" says Anita.
. " "I'm cuuuuuuumi--- God, yes!" "And don't you dare fucking stop!"
Wanting to simply collapse into heap on top of her lover, let him take control and let him fuck the rest of her orgasm out of her, she realized that in his current position, it would be damned near impossible to take control of anything, up to his neck in his wife's wet sex, shackled at the wrists, pants still partly secured around his thighs, he wasn't going anywhere, at least not without looking totally retarded. They weren't making love; this was a good rough fuck on the carpet, the two grunting and panting with the pulses and waves of sexual energy, pleasure, and the raw animalistic force of sex
"Mom! That
. what was all the weird talk about?"
"Weird talk, Molly?" says Anita.
. " "I'm cuuuuuuumi--- God, yes!" "And don't you dare fucking stop!"
Wanting to simply collapse into heap on top of her lover, let him take control and let him fuck the rest of her orgasm out of her, she realized that in his current position, it would be damned near impossible to take control of anything, up to his neck in his wife's wet sex, shackled at the wrists, pants still partly secured around his thighs, he wasn't going anywhere, at least not without looking totally retarded. They weren't making love; this was a good rough fuck on the carpet, the two grunting and panting with the pulses and waves of sexual energy, pleasure, and the raw animalistic force of sex