Gods, she wanted him. Porn She could clearly see the blood pulsing beneath the silken skin. Oh he loved that. Do you really think that I don’t know when a woman wants me to bed her? He sat her upon the sill. To make you a woman. His hair hung in a swaying curtain around his face, and his eyes were closed in concentration, lost in sensation, plunging into her, becoming her pulse and heartbeat, her inhalation and exhalation, thumping against and into her softness, stimulating her, encouraging her, feeling the heat beginning to build, her belly tightening under his arms, matching the tightening of his balls as they slapped against her, the pace increasing, growing, growing as he laid track inside her, firing her sensitive walls with the luscious friction
