“Holy…looks like I can’t call you kiddo anymore. Her nipple is now bright cherry red, tingling and bruised Amateur Passionate. Come on, what’s wrong with it?” I ask.
. So Mark decided that one day he would go on Craigslist looking through different post. So then Mark layed in the bed next to me
“Holy…looks like I can’t call you kiddo anymore. Her nipple is now bright cherry red, tingling and bruised Amateur Passionate. Come on, what’s wrong with it?” I ask.
He stops and looks at me, I work on catching my breath and listen to what hes saying “would you mind?” he asks, gesturing at my panties. “yes I'm sure, and I’ll be fine, just hand me your shirt so I can gag myself and not make too much noise” after he hands me his shirt I bundle it up and stuff it in my mouth
. I slowly start to lift myself up, closing my eyes and just giving in to the feeling of him slowly sliding in and out of me, filling me, stretching me, As our pace increases I have to consciously remind myself to be quiet, my mother and sibling were asleep only a few rooms away
“Holy…looks like I can’t call you kiddo anymore. Her nipple is now bright cherry red, tingling and bruised Amateur Passionate. Come on, what’s wrong with it?” I ask.