What warm blooded male could resist? Their friends had given both couples good natured grief for their impetuousness, and it was of course still talked about. “Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh” he merely said, satisfying his basest instinct, his length mostly buried within her quivering and gripping snatch. She saw stars as his dick thrust for the second time, rubbing delightfully against her other invader through her inner wall, a wordless scream silent from her open mouth as her eyes rolled back in her skull. Now that they weren’t actively fucking, Hannah immediately clenched her ring reflexively, holding him in there. “Brady?” She asked coyly, kissing his quickly hardening mushroom head. She wanted to feel every single moment of this, her last impregnation.
