“Every time I see you
wearing those tight pants…”
“Uh huh?” Mel prompted, her eyes fixed intently on mine. “Well,
I should go,” he said, picking up his jacket. By the time we got to my apartment, my
dick was rock-hard, straining against the inside of my pants. She doesn’t even like doggy-style.”
“Really?” Mel blurted out, her voice void of any noticeable sarcasm. “Damon
likes….”
“Hey!” I shouted, cutting off my friend’s words. The sound of my hips slapping hard into Mel’s sweat glistening ass
reverberated throughout the bedroom as I plunged deep and hard into her
insatiable little hole. Then without a word, she headed for the door, stopping only
briefly to turn back with a smile. As her butt clenched
around my cock head, she pushed her hips backwards into mine, sliding
her beautiful ass down my naked shaft. “That sucks. What’s
this big secret?”
I dropped my head in my hands with ever increasing embarrassment. Tell me.”
Melanie then turned around and arched her back, thrusting her ass out
provocatively.
