Amateur asks husband to fuck her
My head landed on a throw pillow, and my legs were spread around him as he sat facing me on the cushion, one of his legs bent under him. He ran his hands up and down the outside and then the inside of my thighs.
Just like where I'd seen Chris last year.
Did she sing you a song I should know about to avoid?" "You need to grow up," I grumbled, swinging my legs out from under the covers on the opposite side of the bed. There was a growl behind me when I stood and the sheet fell away.
I was so close. So fucking close.
"Is this what you've been wanting, Holly?" "Please, please, please. Chris, may I come?" I mumbled at his neck before his lips covered mine.