But to make his difficulty worse she stood up, turned around and bent over to touch her toes, presenting him with her lovely rear. And she could see that he could see. A tight wet glove, never giving way too easily, always resisting at first, but then happily giving in, stretching, becoming used to him Once more out, then in again, a little deeper, out again, then in again, using his momentum to own her, to dominate her with his prick. But to make his difficulty worse she stood up, turned around and bent over to touch her toes, presenting him with her lovely rear. His erection was uncontrollable, it wouldn’t go away and he had the feeling of having been caught out, of having gone too far. She cried out and threw her head back to expose her neck to him. He explored and found that it was topped by a small shaved strip of hair.
