Creaky stairs and squeaky hinges make my breathing hitch. Eschew your clothes from your muscular body. Show me the vigour of your manliness in all its rigid glory.
See how I smoulder, feeding you into my hot, silky pocket. Let me ride, paw my breasts, maul the flexing curves that grind you into oblivion.
Yes! Erupt helplessly into my married cunt. Good boy, fill me up.
I know he was in the wardrobe, but my husband wants to eat it out.
Don’t fret, fuck drunk lover; just watch me sucking your cock.
You will shoot dust before I am done.
