Heated Tales: A compilation of steamy stories
Amy, at the same time, exhibited her final positive trait, jerking her head forward to let out a primal scream into my neck as her pússy squirted against mine.
"Thatta girl," I growled, abandoning my last sliver of control as I set a bruising pace with my hips and came against Amy’s hard little clít.
The only sound in the stacks was post-orgasm panting and Amy’s squirt dripping off her ass cheeks onto the old wooden floor.
I straightened my arms and slowly let her legs fall, though she was so wobbly, with her head still buried in my neck, that I was still basically carrying her.