Desperate moans erupt from her as she bear down on the buried fingers. The slimy, concave opening of her cervix feels like it’s sucking on my crimson cap as she repeatedly tries to stretch it over my engorged head. I’ve stopped taking the pill. My thrusts are now deep and silky smooth. I’m a widow. Then, she slowly directs my throbbing prong between her flared lips sliding into ecstasy. With her finger next to mine, we both massage the furrowed, vaginal ceiling of her g-spot. Each dancing finger strokes the tender walls of her vagina as we both playfully explore inside her. With my hands I force her legs apart — she hadn’t realized that she had closed them — and pointed my huge cock at her. She notices a big glob of pre-cum at the eye of my dick.
