Tatted-up Babe Rides Me Hard Until She Climaxes On My Cock

He massaged my ass. I nodded, biting my lower lip. You pass this last test, you get a reward.”
He reached into the plastic grocery bag and pulled something out. “Okay,” he said. Give me more. “All right,” he said. Yeah. It’s why I didn’t like to be naked, even under blankets. Gapingly empty ice-twat, rock of bee goop in my gut. From here on out, everything would be a really great idea. Smash those rings.”
I seized the hammer and raised it up and brought it down as hard as I could onto the rings. It confused me. Unless—you know, I could put mine in the trunk for the trip. My lower back cramped. His cock. After a bit my breathing grew ragged. I kept working on myself. Think about what you’re doing. I should have been angry. As we kissed, he trailed a lovely but firm finger along and up my slit. I felt my pussy lips close up behind it, trapping it in.