Bella Cole rides her twat on a throabing member

"Thanks for this." *"My pleasure, and thank you, I know this wasn't even a thought to you before. And that felt amazing, you are amazing. And thank you, for being as gentle, as you could be, under the circumstances." I sucked on her neck and started wiggling and grinding under her. Every spark went right passed go, to full on, need to be fucked. *"I want you to fuck me more, I need you to fuck me more. I don't know if I'm miles away or so very close. But the way this feels now, I don't care." I took her face in my hands and just stared. Goosebumps pushed the hairs on her arm to attention. She smiled a bright red and kissed me softly. I felt her starting to grow indian stronger again and she let out a low guttural acknowledgement of compliance. I groaned, hard and heavy, as she started to rock and her cock sprung to life in me, refilling me with heat and smooth wonderful hardness. "You okay?" *"I'm, a, mess, a fucking, awesome, mess. This, feels so good, you feel so good. Need you to fuck me, more, please." She worked her cock in slow almost imperceptible strokes, willing it fully hard again. It grew in steady waves and pulses, pushing out and into me, stretching me back. She pulled it almost all the way out then started a long, slow, stroking, tempest inside me. It was my turn now to give in. She kissed me deep, her hands drifted up and down me, as her Hardcore cock was driving in and out. She was fucking me good, too good, as deep and as urgently as she thought I could bear. She adjusted herself to press her body to mine and fucked me from head to toe, her stomach pressed the engorged flesh trapped between us. My core was on fire. My legs started to tremble, a hand curved up my ass, hitting every sensitive spot they could find on their way. Sparks and jolts ran through me. I shivered hard. She nibbled my neck and sighed. And the levee broke. Not with a whimper and a slow rush, but a crack and a cascade of unnerving power. A flood rushed through me from the inside. From the head of her cock, down around that pumping, driving muscle, into my ass, into my balls, filling my shaft, and hesitating. *"I'm coming San, fuck your making..." Kayleigh, dressed in a thin cotton ‘V-neck’ and tight “TNA” pink yoga pants was at the door. She was in those precious few moments when you first wake Hardcore up, the one where your eyes struggle to accept the light that comes in that burning white blur and that makes you to fight to keep them open. I continued to suck and lick and nibble. I walked down in a white wedding gown that fell just short of my knees and had a long train. Sure enough, when my wife and I got home from shopping a few days later we could see little finger marks on the drawer handle. Mariana said in firm tone, “Believe me we were waiting for the right moment and it would happen soon but without Niky, but after the girls exposed each other, we created that story since it’s a good reason to blackmail me and introduce me to you as only sex blackmailing then we develop our relationship between the three of us.” I couldn't tell her the truth. “She still means a lot to you. My wife's butt-cheeks clenched and relaxed. Too thin to be Sven. We were close indian to a group of guys and one of them grabbed my hand and told me to go with him. She demands. Customs was a hassle, eventually making it to baggage claim. I think it would be real hot, how about you?” The stench is so toxic I avert my face, drop the panties, cough and squint my eyes. There is nothing I can do, I’m hers…