Shadows From the PastChapter 49
Melinda's fingers curled into the shoulders of the hazel-eyed, brown-haired boy whose name she had already forgotten, her skirt and blouse lying in a heap on a desk near the one on which she was perched. His arms were locked around her thighs as if afraid she would escape, her pussy aching and helpless to his pounding thrusts. Her breasts bounced with each slam of their bodies, jostling the rings and sending spasms of mind-numbing pleasure shooting down to her already straining pussy. She...