He’s half-hard all through dessert. xnx Cumming,” she gasped. Fuck me, Mark. She giggles, voice soft and dripping as she strokes him harder, her nails gliding slick down the head. Hips a blur, each thrust hammering her breathless. Her thighs squeeze together. “Both at once. Vanessa’s moan turns filthy, desperate. You… you’ve been doing hot wife shit,” he growled. Didn’t last at all. The clock says 1:37 AM – she was supposed to be back hours ago. His hand slides from her throat to her jaw — tilts her face up so she has to look him in the eye. Nineteen. Mark’s breath tears out of him — his hand tight on her hip, forcing her to take every inch. Mark lets out a dark sound — a laugh that never reaches his eyes.
