Homemade amateur mature fingers own ass
We'd played in similar ways before, and I'd held out for longer than I'd expected I would. I just didn't know how long he was going to draw it out this time.
"Honestly, Holly, the specific details of that night were and still are a blur. I know we were both drunk.
One would think they'd be gung-ho in December with all the cookies and sweets they were consuming.
Making me arch with a choked gasp each time, my fingers fluttering on the couch. The longer he stroked, the louder the noises were that trickled past my lips.
One hand clamping down whenever I flinched.
" Right now, he wasn't trying very hard at all because his thumb was stroking that spot along the juncture between my leg and my hip. My body did a little wave against the bed, and I whimpered.