Jarred and I moved onto the sand, him leaning over me, his hands lightly holding down my wrists above my head. Everything quietly assumed normal routine with Jarred or not. Mature sex Read 17721 times |
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I rolled my eyes, but he wasn’t kidding. I squirmed under him; the fleeting kisses ticklish.
I met his eyes and he smiled. “I spent a long time on that,” he muttered in disbelief. Wasn’t love supposed to last forever? “Think you can handle it?” he challenged me, seeing my wide eyes. But that was okay. I felt the head of his cock press into me — his saliva and my pussy juice provided enough lubrication for him to slip in and push his cock deep inside me.
He took a
