“Nngh… Not in your wettest dream would I give up you sister and cousin fucking, haybale riding, yee-hawwing, knee slapping square dancing Hillbilly! Stop fingering me and put it in already!”
He snorted with resolve as she bit her bottom lip. He adjusted his hold on her, cradling her protruding belly in his right hand as he pulled her more firmly to him.
As he pulled out and slammed deeper, he felt her quivering around him. She brought up a hand and rested it againt the tip of the bulge, feeling it rise and fall with his thrusting.
Neither paid any attention to Gilda as they lost them selves.
Whatever this had started as, it was certainly going to end differently…
A follow up as I’m guessing many, possibly counting me, have wanted.
How have we not had more explicit content with these two? A guy associated with being hung like a barnacle and an adrenaline junkie with a careless desire to push her limits? I’m disappointed.