Curvaceous Brunette Jean Michaels Indulges In A Steamy Shower Session And Passionate Morning Sex

I set my hands over her shoulders and rocked my hips. Pete’s drunk off his ass for the fourth time in as many days and I could use a good fuck.”
“That’s fine,” I walked up to the couch and put my hands on her waist. “Hey.”
She looked up. She wore flip flops and jeans that didn’t reach her ankles. If you think some old guy is creeping on you, then flip the fuck out. After awhile, she sat up and pulled her bottom and nightie back on. The barista handed me my coffee concoction and I walked in the direction of the door. I bit gently and she moaned. Lather, rinse, repeat as the shampoo bottles say. She slid out of my arms and pulled me along to the bedroom. Her chest felt slick against mine. I waited five or ten minutes and then put on a robe and smoked another cigarette on the porch.