She could just please herself! “Are you joining us, Miss Lemaire?” asked Coach Joan, startling Grace. Black porn Grace had given up trying to understand where Coach Rod found the guest trainers. His erection, far more massive than Wade’s, was enough to make a horse jealous. *attention*.” The brunette gave Grace a sly grin as she motioned suggestively with one hand. “I don’t know how much more I can do,” Wade gasped, his body trembling against hers. There would be words and distracting gestures, but they’d haze her mind and then use her body like a pliant, warm fucktoy. She could feel his muscles alternately contracting and relaxing beneath her palm. When he started wiping his empty hands across his skin, Grace jumped and pretended to grab a towel too. “Your position isn’t quite right,” Wade commented. “Damnit!” she muttered, disgusted with herself. Panting urgently, she spasmed against the seatback and tensed, emitting a deep moan as another powerful orgasm enveloped her.
