Big Bent Over Ass Intense Climax

I sat at my small table alone for the next ten minutes finishing my coffee and mulling over Dillon’s words. Imagine if I’d already bought a ring and everything,” I replied, my mouth tightening in disgust just before taking another sip of coffee. Deep, dark eyes came to mind—an easy smile and that voice like honey…

“You’re both available now, right?” Dillon asked, standing up from his seat. Now that both hands were occupied, my weight drove her completely flat on the mattress as I continued to ram my hips into her generous ass, luxuriating in the way her pussy seemed to become almost soupy with the combination of our juices. Why?” I asked again. While I loved Jessica, she wouldn’t be cast as a runway model, which was totally fine with me. I rarely saw it this late in the day and was fortunate enough to find a seat—a small miracle.