Love is chemistry.
Sex is physics.
I’m a starry-eyed girl who yearns for love, too.
But sometimes, I just want to fuck.
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John pulled his fingers from Jenna’s pussy, and then grabbed her ass, pulling her cunt towards his cock. She wrapped her legs around him again, and then begged him to fuck her.
“Fuck me baby, make me cum,” she groaned. “Give me a Mother’s Day fucking!”
He flipped her over onto her stomach, and Jenna knew she was about to get exactly what she’d asked for.
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Well, I have this little problem…” she said lifting her skirt to just above the bottom of her panties, “… and I was going to do something about it before I got my cum juice all over my favorite skirt.”
“Oh?” He took three steps back and leaned against the door. “Don’t let me stop you.” He folded his dark, muscular arms over his chest.
April rubbed at the wet silk, pushing the damp fabric into her sopping lips. The fabric slid easily into her as she caressed her clit and slowly licked her lips, staring at the tall, handsome man who usually watched her from the comfort of his own home with his hand around his cock.
Dylan’s dick was pushing hard against his pants, begging for release. Watching her was a ritual, and yet the effect of her teasing him just a few feet away was obviously torture. April released one of her perfect breasts from her lacy bra, and showed it to him from under her blouse. She pressed her fingers into her tender flesh while the other hand teased her pussy.
Dylan wouldn’t be able to stand much more without demanding more.
“Oh?” He took three steps back and leaned against the door. “Don’t let me stop you.” He folded his dark, muscular arms over his chest.
April rubbed at the wet silk, pushing the damp fabric into her sopping lips. The fabric slid easily into her as she caressed her clit and slowly licked her lips, staring at the tall, handsome man who usually watched her from the comfort of his own home with his hand around his cock.
Dylan’s dick was pushing hard against his pants, begging for release. Watching her was a ritual, and yet the effect of her teasing him just a few feet away was obviously torture. April released one of her perfect breasts from her lacy bra, and showed it to him from under her blouse. She pressed her fingers into her tender flesh while the other hand teased her pussy.
Dylan wouldn’t be able to stand much more without demanding more.
