"I was born to do hard work." I smirked and rested my hands on Eleanor's sweet love handles. If she likes whore sex then I know just what to do and say.
Eleanor grinned at me and raised her hands to tie up her hair.
Her clean armpits, with nothing but rosy pink skin, looked like arousing sentient pits that could talk. They sexily flaunted themselves to me and wordlessly urged me to say something.
"You can keep your hair down, I like it like that." I spoke my mind.
Hey, I mean, just look at Eleanor.
Both her big thighs were on my two sides, her curved cunt open and ready was dripping infront of me, and the entire road up her body, from her belly to her clavicle to the tip of her hair, everything was so sexy.
Eleanor smiled at my compliment and turned her head to a maid.
All this gentle smile and simping soft porn isn't my thing, honestly. And I really just want to hold her down and ram my dick inside her, and hardcore fuck her…
