L. Ink Fulfills Your Perspective

” Stand still, Marci.” It is a massive turn on for her when I take her from behind against the wall or doggy style like a bitch in heat. Her fists clenched, her teeth locked and her pussy clenched as she thrashed around feeling the warm waves of ecstasy overtake her. The grip on her hair slackened as the spurts continue, until I had moved the hand to her back, caressing her, soothing her. And then my fist curls in her hair. Rather than long hard strokes, I only slightly move my dick in her pussy. It pushes into her, lubricated by the juice that is already dripping out of her. My cock drove deep one last time. And then my fist curls in her hair. Her pussy is sizzling with desire and it is like a gravitational pull is drawing the mushroom tip of my huge rod ever closer to her snatch. She can’t stop the animalistic grunts and groans that fought their way out