A Love That Shouldn't Be
My little hands, digging into his back, the stabbing of his inflated rod, pummelling my insides, desperately holding on.
Meanwhile, Marlon, heading home from practice, as it was cut short, pulls his bike into the driveaway. As he's riding up to the garage, he notices my 2 nylon clad legs and white heels, through the window of my bedroom, flailing around as he also notices a big body bouncing off his mother.
Entering the house quietly, "Yes!! Baby, fuckkkk mee, oh yes!!," Echoing off the walls of the spotless, ranch style home, Marlon, starts walking upstairs, curious as to who I was entertaining.
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