His Big Cock Leaves Her Dripping Wet

The pink dress was new, the fabric thin and soft against my skin as I waited on the white sheets in the dark room. I wore it with nothing underneath, sitting on the edge of the mattress, when I heard his key slide into the lock. When he walked in, smelling of outside air, he halted in the doorway, eyes dropping to the pink against my pale skin.<br><br>He crossed the room quiet, hands immediately on me, mouth on my throat. I gasped when fingers pushed under the pink fabric, rough and urgent, finding how wet I was. Embarrassingly so. He knew. His thumb circled my clit while his other hand pulled the dress up, exposing my tits to the cool air.<br><br>I ended up on my stomach, face down in the pillow, ass up while he drove into me from behind, slamming deep. The pink dress rode up, tangled around my ribs as I clutched the white sheets, knuckles white, making sounds into the fabric I couldn't control. He turned me onto my back, folding my legs up so far my knees neared my ears, and I cried

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