Spit was running out of her mouth when she drew back
and said, "Oh, Dwayne, baby, I want to feel this thing
inside me, inside my *** ***, you ***... "
Realistically, she knew she had to *** him now.
Partly because she was *** dying for it, and partly
because her mom would be home from work in less than an
hour, and if she was gonna do it, she had to do it!
The last thing she needed was to get caught with eight
inches of stiff peter in her ***.
No, the last thing she needed was to go ***. Her
*** ached for the biting thrust of Dwayne Murphy's
rod, and she squirmed beneath him, her hands busy and
*** on the length of his stiff meat, urging him to
get it on!
"Well?" she panted, looking up from his spit-shined
***. Her blue eyes flashed a challenge she hoped was
absolutely irresistible. "Are you gonna *** me, or
aren't you ???"
"Yeah," he grinned, his fingers toying with her
hard-nippled [EXPLETIVE]. "I think I'm gonna *** you,