“Cum on my pecker, whore!” I hissed. “You love my pecker fuckin’ your tight cooch?”
“Yes!” she moaned. Mom xxx I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I love it!”
Just a little Ghost pecker up her ass! I reckon that’ll be absolutely amazin’!”
My thrusts became hard and deep, stabbing violently inside her delightful sheath. Her ass looked damn fine beneath that robe. To be continued… This was the third night I spent in her bedroom this week. “Eh, cupcake. “Those damned Dems would walk into your house and fuck your wife right in front of you if they could!” Ernest declared. Tara was humming, shaking that round ass, her flesh flashing beneath the hem of her rob. The water pouring into the sink masked the noise, but I don’t know how he didn’t smell
