I moaned again, my mouth full of Shawn's cock; I could feel the head of his dick touch the back of my throat, the taste of precum on my tongue
. I started to rock my hips in rhythm with Alex's motions, wanting to cum around his cock. Shawn sat me up and pulled off my shirt, my breasts resting in my black lacy bra, nipples hard and pushing against the fabric, then pressed his body against mine, wrapping his arms around my back and with a flick of his wrist my breasts were released
. . That was the reason he had come to this desolate place
I moaned again, my mouth full of Shawn's cock; I could feel the head of his dick touch the back of my throat, the taste of precum on my tongue
. I started to rock my hips in rhythm with Alex's motions, wanting to cum around his cock. Shawn sat me up and pulled off my shirt, my breasts resting in my black lacy bra, nipples hard and pushing against the fabric, then pressed his body against mine, wrapping his arms around my back and with a flick of his wrist my breasts were released
. . That was the reason he had come to this desolate place
I moaned again, my mouth full of Shawn's cock; I could feel the head of his dick touch the back of my throat, the taste of precum on my tongue
. I started to rock my hips in rhythm with Alex's motions, wanting to cum around his cock. Shawn sat me up and pulled off my shirt, my breasts resting in my black lacy bra, nipples hard and pushing against the fabric, then pressed his body against mine, wrapping his arms around my back and with a flick of his wrist my breasts were released
. . That was the reason he had come to this desolate place
Mark Ocelot