Extreme Fisting With A German Slut

Even though they’d spent glorious moments together, the truth is that they never shared enough of those moments and both of them were aching for more. He’d never felt this powerful or strong, pumping her harder and harder, ramming her against the wall until she began moaning louder and louder. It was rock hard and straight up – ready to pound her exactly the way she wanted it. More wet. “We don’t have much time,” he whispered, drawing closer to her, kissing her neck. Recognizing Tre’’s sweet, smiling brown eyes, Brittany moved toward the door, only to feel a strong hand grab her arm, quickly pull her inside and lock the door behind her. In and out. Faster and faster until they both reached a frenzied pitch. Standing before her in his Basketball Shorts, he had the look of a tiger ready to pounce.