ذكرت أنها تحب الوضعية الكلبية أكثر من الوضعية التبشيرية

He stood around six foot one, had wavy jet-black hair and a nice build. This is mine, four years ago. His organ felt like a perfect fit and my vocals confirmed it to his wife. He asked me if anyone showed up yet. “ Oh God, You’re beautiful,” he whispered and knelt above me, slowly pulling my sweatpants down. My entire body was quivering and the blanket underneath my butt was wringing wet from his attention as I grudgingly pushed him off and unsnapped his jeans as he knelt in front of me. That was all it took and I was gone. He made love to me for two straight hours. Her husband, Albert or ‘Big Al’ as the neighbors called him, was a real nice guy, and pleasant to look at. I swallowed as fast as I could, but his volume was too much for me. It was clear he was in no hurry and began to torture me with his gifted tongue. Every time Al was working the graveyard shift on Saturday night, I could hear Teresa was having company over.