Amwf, Ukrainian Blonde Girl

Crime? I didn’t know what to do at that point. I was amazed, frankly, that I could wait, could continue our intercourse slowly as she wished. “Now it’s up to you, bro.” I felt the small packet, felt the unmistakable circular outline of its contents and stopped breathing – again – as its meaning hit me. “Tom, for months I’ve felt dead inside. And they were interested.”

There was a long pause before her reply; “sure, you’re a guy, Tom, but you’re my brother. “We can head home if you prefer,” I said. All I could do was answer with a kiss as she immediately pulled me down onto her bed. I was on the slipperiest slope I’d ever been on, desperately grasping for footing, desperately trying to stop my slide. It was as if my cock had somehow become a sexual seismograph, registering the measure of her climax, recording every wave that passed through her. I’ll suggest it to her and see what happens.