The crescendo of my thrusting started to build
. “No” she laughed.
. He sprawled on his back on the bed, his thighs spread and shaking slightly, his hand at his crotch. She was, she told herself, tired of arguing with him
The crescendo of my thrusting started to build
. “No” she laughed.
. He sprawled on his back on the bed, his thighs spread and shaking slightly, his hand at his crotch. She was, she told herself, tired of arguing with him
The crescendo of my thrusting started to build
. “No” she laughed.
. He sprawled on his back on the bed, his thighs spread and shaking slightly, his hand at his crotch. She was, she told herself, tired of arguing with him
