Baying at the moon
I was loud when I fucked her — the guttural sounds of an animal in heat; I was a wolf baying at the moon wanting to cum forever. She would squirt on me as if marking her territory, and I would always come back for more.
Would you?
I like the tactile sensation and the pain, and how hard my cock gets. Simone will say she likes the look of having a rosy ass and it’s worth any discomfort. When pressed, she will sheepishly admit it also makes her pussy very wet.
Searching for Erato
Her eyes were dark and deep, and it would be easy to get lost in them. Her face framed a strong nose, and her cheeks were pink with softly applied rouge that complemented her bright red lips — her lower lip was accented with a small silver ring. Her hair was as dark as her eyes and pulled up in a haphazard way and a small pink bow resting on one side. Colourful tattoos of green, and yellow, and red covered the length of her left arm while on her left, there were the outlines of images and words which left the impression of something in the making. She was intense in her beauty.
Jerking off for you
As I read the message again and focused on the kiss, I could taste you; feel your breasts pressed into me as we kissed; hear your soft groans as I played with your lips and slid a finger inside a hungry pussy; I relived how we found ourselves fucking on the kitchen table. I let myself get lost in memories.