Grabbing The Feather
He Commented That Her
Between Laughing She
He Shook His Head
He Straddled Her Legs
He Poked Her Tummy Gently
| Terry shook his head. That was one intense dream. Reality took over as Terry moved to stand. The well used feeling in his ass told him that the nights events had been real.
He glanced about, and chalked it up to an alcohol induced dream. He must have gotten to drunk, and passed out on the couch. From the amount of people left, it seemed like the club would be closing soon. He slammed his ass back, trying to take more of the cock, as his own cock leapt, and began to spurt.
He moaned loudly as he shot his cum onto the couch, his ass clenching violently around the cock. The blonde had ceased squeezing, and was now stroking his cock from base to tip. Her strokes were in perfect timing to the cock that was slamming into him. It didn't take long for the pressure to build, and Terry found himself driving backward into his orgasm. Each stroke became deeper and deeper, until he could feel her thighs press against his with each stroke.
Ess With Matching Spiked
Who Was I To Say No
When We Got To Her Room
She Then Announced That
I Turned Away To Find
All The While He Kept
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