Tammy Gets A Rough Pounding From Prime Cups’ Finest

I tried a few different things, twisting, and turning, and pumping inside her, watching her groan, and growl, and bite the hell out of that bottom lip. Something I’d barely even wanted a few weeks ago, but was now apparently willing to die for. Her pussy felt like a hot, wet fist gripping around my shaft. He was just a guy. I kept resisting the urge to glance around me. She looked almost high on the sensation of being punished. She struggled to answer, pulling back from me slightly. Screw what he wanted me to do. But unfortunately, just because I had a better understanding of why she’d always behaved the way she did, it still didn’t excuse it. “But do you?” she asked accusingly. I shrugged and started eating. ==
Unfortunately, the next day came and I still didn’t have one. It felt dark, and cruel, and sick, because surely it had to be. Fuck him and his strength, and his size, and his domineering will.