Sharing
Sharing by Vickie Tern We were relaxing between rounds. He'd already fucked me hard, beautifully, strenously, completely, that thick cock of his pressing deep into me until I could no longer scream out my body's joy, only whimper and gasp and make small sobbing noises. He'd braced himself yet again, and he'd pushed again into that roiled puddle my cunt had become, and I'd felt that marvelous surging and throbbing yet again, after which he'd fallen back...