He bent me cancer over the sink, squatted down, spread my buttocks and began to lick my pussy and ass, smacking my lips sweetly with pleasure, then brought my hands back, fixed my wrists with one hand, inserted two fingers into me and began to hard fuck my wet juicy holes, I looked in the mirror at my beautiful heavy chest, wet ends of my hair, my mouth and eyes parted, I could hardly breathe and thought about how beautiful I am and how pleasantly his fingers make me, and how I wish he would never stopped, and how I want his penis to enter me sooner, expanding everything inside to its size and moving, slowly at first, then quickly and roughly.
"Fuck me!" I moaned.
"I have not yet cracked my girl," he whispered in my ear and continued to have me with his fingers, occasionally caressing the clitoris, until I finished right on his fingers, squeezing them in a spasm with the muscles of my pussy.
Then he took out his fingers, wet from my grease, inserted them into my mouth, and he entered from behind and began to roughly fuck me without making a sound. I screamed. Echoes echoed throughout the bathroom, wall to wall. And there was a feeling that they were fucking not only me .. he kissed my neck, squeezed my nipples, spanked my ass, and after 20 minutes he finished on my buttocks and we hung for 5 minutes. I, cancer, buried my elbows in the sink, and he hung above me, leaning on his hands, resting his forehead against me and shaking in post-orgasmic convulsions.
Shall we repeat? |
