Intense Lesbian Rough Sex

I then laid down on the couch, pulling down her yoga pants, and sitting her on my face, then pushing her head down onto my cock. “Suck it”, I commanded. She was intelligent, kinda girly—I would find out later, to my perverse glee, that she was a pageant girl—and witty enough to flirt with the best. While in the shower, my thoughts continually came back to where I wanted to take things tonight. As we ate the pizza, we flirted back and forth with each other, trading jabs and compliments. As she walked up to me, she smiled. She smiled. I twisted her nipple, eliciting a low moan into my mouth as she arched her back towards my hand. As we ate the pizza, we flirted back and forth with each other, trading jabs and compliments.