She was wearing one of his shirts; a white button-up that reached her knees, the cuffs rolled up to free her hands. “Then what’s stopping you?” she asked weakly. Xnxx video He stroked in and out of her, a wild, sure pace that had the headboard banging against the wall and her tits swinging wildly underneath her. “Gabe?” she asked again when he didn’t touch her. She felt the rising; that slow, strong mounting of pressure and the inevitable crest. He was dressed in a pair of boxers, the sort of underwear that made women glad for the genius of Calvin Klein, and he was clearly far more comfortable with his naked body than she was. She felt his tongue folding around it lovingly as he sucked, tugging at her skin. Finally it was over, and they collapsed next to each other, exhausted and so ready to just sleep. She was perfect. She was soft and perfect and he never wanted to be anywhere else again than with his dick shoved up inside her cunt. “I thought you wanted to fuck my ass?” she said, her eyes closed. “Oh, my goodness,” she said. She felt exposed, spread out like a piece of art at an exhibition.
