Enough… you say. Fuck me. Now I reply. Your legs part and hold them up for me… I glide in… all the way in.. deeply, slowly at first… then the rhythm picks up. I can feel the tension building in both of us. I take your knees and lift them up to my shoulders, and now I really begin to pound you...
I come home from a long day at work.. it’s Friday 7pm. You knew I was coming, and you were already starting to make dinner. The water was barely boiling, and the oven wasn’t heating up properly.. Just the typical week we’ve been having. I tell you “Come on, baby… let’s go out for dinner...
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