In one stroke, Rhett nestled inside of Anna’s folds before retreating. “Fuck me, Rhett. Ok XXX His hips bucked forward as he felt his throbbing limb cooled by his lover’s tongue. Rhett gave a low moan in the back of his throat before letting his head fall back, a small bead of white forming at the slit of his tip. Tingles ran up her spine as she felt his hard pecs press against her and the brush of his flattened abs near her tender skin. Oh, baby, I’m gonna come in your pussy,” he gasped as ropes of cum poured into her womb. “I might have,” Anna whispered. Her squint of mock anger turned into admiration as she saw his bicep tense on the pull, letting a small sigh escape from her pink lips.
