Alexis Crystal’s Intense Desire For Penetrative Anal Encounters

And there they are, the sound of keys in the outer door. My hand scrapes his instep as he scoots forward. Ow. I remain there, my lips at his hand, unzipping my skirt and sliding out of my undies. I try to pull away but his grip on my hair is merciless and he viciously deep-throats me instead. A flick on my nose. I remain there, my lips at his hand, unzipping my skirt and sliding out of my undies. I open it for him, kissing his finger as well and move back to what I’m after. If I stand and he gives my clothes back, what then? The finality of my surrender in that click. Ok. Ok. It turns over and unfolds, that demanding palm again. No turning back now. He knows this. Ow. He smiles bemused, scooting back in nonchalantly . He fills his kettle, turns on the coffee grinder.