My pants and cries match his loud grunts as he fucks me with pure passion, every fibre of his being straining to push us both to another orgasm. “Should I buy a new hat?” she teases me, “help choose the ring?”
“It’s only been a few hours, Sal.” I laugh, applying a little make up “I don’t think we’re quite at that stage just yet.”
“Got you going, didn’t I?” she says with a mischievous grin. He raises the sheets, still a little groggy, and smiles down at me cheekily. “Bend over, you bitch.” He says, smacking my ass hard and I squeal. Do you have some sort of psychic link?”
She laughs, shaking her head. I can feel his bulge throbbing against me as we sway, I look at him, intending to make a saucy comment about it but find him staring at me in a strong, lustful way. I start taking him deeper and suck him harder. He gets the idea, squeezing them hard and teasing my nipples as I take myself to ecstasy on his throbbing cock.
