“You’ve been wanting to do that for a long time, haven’t you?”
She looked up at me as I bent her legs back so I could pound her pussy until she made me fly and fill the sky.
“Yes,” I said and grunted.
We both grunted.
“I’ve been waiting,” she murmured as we gazed into each other’s eyes.
Her eyes closed as she turned her face to one side upon the pillow.
I studied her freckles and the undulations of her breath and belly. Continue reading “Pound Cakes & Cigarettes” »