She couldn’t seize me by the hair, throw me down, and fuck me like a whore when I was naughty. My fingers made wet, squelching sounds as I reamed my cum-filled cunt. Black porn “I’ll let you wipe my pussy.”
“I think you’re into watersports,” I grinned. She was slim, petite, with her glasses and light-brown hair in pigtails. He would do the handiwork around our house, often with Clint as his apprentice. I savored the proof of our lovemaking as I rubbed at my pussy, exploring my labia. I rose out of the haze of sleep, shifting, moving, sighing into the kiss, a dull ache pounding across my skull. I felt like one of the women in my romance novels, aching for her lover to claim her. With three women in the household, hot water could be an issue.
