Swapping With LauraChapter 8
"Stop! This is filthy! No! No! I don't need it!" Laura squirmed with what little control she had left, her pelvis shaking frantically so that her belly swayed from side to side as if to evade Rover's rapidly approaching cock. She cringed, mad with shame, as the tapered head searched between her trembling white thighs, homing in on the soft, moist pubic center in which lay her sparse blonde curls and her lustfully twitching cuntal lips. Mark snickered and grabbed Rover's haunches,...