Either way, whatever he was thinking wasn’t good. There would be no way of reasoning with him to stick around. Porn Marcy stepped out into the main living area of the cabin. Then she wrapped her experienced fingers around his cock and began to work it, treating the sensitive organ with all the tenderness it deserved. Even though Marcy had a definite vain side to her personality, Paul had quickly learned that those mouth-watering love pillows weren’t the work of a cosmetic surgeon; they were 100% woman. His own hips bucked upwards to force his shaft in as deep as possible. It was a perfect instant, with no disease or killer dog, no grief or guilt from selfish indulgence. Her entire body was aquiver, her breath ragged as her eyes darted all around the rustic bedroom.
