Gasping for breath, she leans back, eyes locked on his. No hesitation. Every inch of him drives deeper, and when he lets go, the floodgates open. This is what amateur dreams are made of.
Gasping for breath, she leans back, eyes locked on his. No hesitation. Every inch of him drives deeper, and when he lets go, the floodgates open. This is what amateur dreams are made of.