Nancy's mind went blank and she lost count of how many orgasms this was.
So good, so comfortable ...
She grunted and murmured unconsciously.
"Meat stick, I want meat stick ... Honey, give me meat stick ..."
Hearing her petulant pleas for a meat stick, Michael immediately stood up and picked up his cock and brought it to her.
Nancy held the thick meat stick, and the rolling heat seemed to be imprinted in her heart through her palm.
At the moment, it was rather like an arrow on a string that had to be shot.
"Baby, move."
Seeing that she was still dazed, Michael pushed up harder, letting the ferocious rod slide a little in the little girl's hand.
Nancy only felt hotter, an electric current rising from her tailbone and running down her spine to the sky.
Michael couldn't get enough of her gentle force, and after the pleasure came a deeper hunger and lust.
