WANTING MORE

Wanting more

Abby💕

My tits sway back and forth, and I thank God I have small ones, or they’d be damn near slapping me in the face.

The guy behind me—I can’t remember his name at the moment—grunts his way through pounding into my pussy.

His hands dig into my hips and sweat drips onto my back. My walls clench around his hard cock, but it still isn’t enough. I need more.

My stomach starts cramping and sweat—not from the sex itself, but from the insistent need for release—forms on my brow.