"I…uh…I think it's all right if you can mark me without whirling me. But just so you know, I don't desire any dent to confide me I'm yours."
He smirked. "I understand that, angel. I don't either, but it's not a matter of choice."
At ultimate she backed down and attained for him.
He dove into her arms and mumbled into her ear.
"I vow you won't be sorry. I'll invariably be nice to you, and I learn we'll be happy together."
She bussed his neck.
"I believe you."
He rose enough to bestow her a long, deep kiss that blended her soul. Her chest shoved with satisfaction.
He cupped her bottom and snatched her closer. His cock, still hard as steel, throbbed against her thigh.
She nudged on his chest, and as soon as he let go, she swiveled onto her hands and knees.
"Take me."
