The endless playground. Their eyes locked. Neither of them spoke. He knew. She knew. She walked toward him with a sensual swagger and an ever-broadeni...g smile. After quickly peering through the sliding glass doors to make sure they were alone, she took his hand and led him to a door at the side of the house. She pulled him into the room, closed the door and locked it. She had led him to the laundry room. He smelled the familiar scents of laundry soap, clean clothes, fabric softener. It made so. I needed more contact so I quickly flipped her over and inserted my leg between hers.I could feel her wetness on my thigh and instinctively I thrust my cock forward against her hip. I began gently building up speed until I was practically ramming her into the headboard. "You like that, Ginger? Do you like rough housing?" "Uhhhhh. Oh God! Fuck yeah! Oh Donny! Don't stop! Don't Stop!!!" Her legs tightened around my thigh and I looked down as she squeezed her eyes shut and moaned out an orgasm. I. Chiara scivola sotto di me, spalancando le gambe e spingendo coi talloni sul materasso: il plug anale nero che indossa si muove quando lei contrae l'addome muovendosi sul letto, e il movimento del giocattolo mi eccita da impazzire. Le mie labbra incontrano la sua figa nello stesso momento in cui le sua bocca si chiude sul mio cazzo. Un attimo dopo, sento che un pezzo importante di Carlo sta cominciando a premere contro una parte molto sensibile di me. Inarco la schiena, mi rilasso, mi concentro. He thought to himself that Liz's body must already have plenty of experience doing this. Candice awoke to the pleasure with a huge smile. She erupted in Michael's mouth, with him eagerly swallowing and taking it all in. "Wow Michael, that was fantastic. How did you know how to do that so well?" He quickly replied, "It must come with this hot bod. Liz must be an expert." "She most certainly is then," answered Candice. In her room, Jenny had been asleep crying through her slumber. Michael's.