“What?” He stared at her in horror, and jumped off the bed enraged. “WHAT IS THIS?” he yelled.Tricia looked at him confused. “What is it?”...e backed away from her, tearing and angry. “Is this what this is all about? You’re just trying to get me to do that book again! I keep telling you! NO! I don’t want to do it!”“Joey! No, I didn’t mean it like that...”“I CAN’T TRUST YOU! YOU PROMISED!”Tricia got up. “No, Joey, I didn’t mean that.”He shook his head. “I’m out of here,” he cried, and he took off. Fucking, that is." Kim had a directness about her that was charming instead of annoying or gross. Her eyes flashed as she talked and her long dark hair tumbled around her face."Never! Until tonight, that is," said Bob."Truth?" asked Kim."So help me God," replied Bob. "I have seen Mrs. Smith naked a few times, but I don't think they ever left the light on when they were 'doing the dirty' before... fucking, as you say." Somehow I don't believe you, but I guess we aren't playing truth or dare. Ich stöhne lauter: "Jaah, nimm deine scharfen Schenkel hoch, dass ich dich schneller und härter ficken kann, ooh ich ramm dir meinen Fickschwanz tief in den Unterleib, klatsch dir mit dem Becken gegen die Hinterbacken, dass dir die Brüste zittern, ich spürs in den Eiern, ich komm gleich, aaaah, aaah!" Wild schießt mir der Samen durch den Schwanz, tief in ihren weiblichen Leib, vermischt sich mit ihrem Mösenschleim, fülle sie aus. "Oh ja, spritz mir alles rein, besame mich, ergieß dich in mich!. She had always been aggressive that way. I turned and grabbed her. My body was wet and soapy. We wrestled playfully, gloriously naked, mock fighting, growling and moaning as we turned, pushing and pulling under the water. She became as wet as I was in the shower, and just as soapy quite quickly and her body slid against mine, wonderfully slick. We wrestled and moved against each other. I loved the feel of her slick skin against mine. I pressed hard against her, my pussy pushing against her hard.