[what a joyous creature, for all her darker airs. suddenly, ambrose is bowled over, his lean shoulders bouncing to a flat stop on the mattress.
she's on his dick again and
it's different, being ridden. a lupercalian delight, the wet electric snap of her pale thighs and the clench of her cunt sleeking down his shaft. she does know what to do, her hips rolling to catch his dick at the right angle, something like a shimmy rocking through the cradle of her body. those breasts jump in the fabric of her cups, smooth and symmetrical. girls like vanessa-- excuse me, woman like vanessa, were born out of some mysterious place that is part confectionary and part fairytale. there are reasons why christian sins, faerie magic, and good dessert.
he looks up at her with something akin to fascination. her voice strafes the air. maybe french isn't the prettiest language after all.
but ambrose not an indolent mesmer. another five seconds tick by and he grips her hips, rocks up into her. puts his back into it, not like he means to hurt her, but driving the next thrust into her open-kneed gait. she's got such a pretty voice to break.]
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she's on his dick again and
it's different, being ridden. a lupercalian delight, the wet electric snap of her pale thighs and the clench of her cunt sleeking down his shaft. she does know what to do, her hips rolling to catch his dick at the right angle, something like a shimmy rocking through the cradle of her body. those breasts jump in the fabric of her cups, smooth and symmetrical. girls like vanessa-- excuse me, woman like vanessa, were born out of some mysterious place that is part confectionary and part fairytale. there are reasons why christian sins, faerie magic, and good dessert.
he looks up at her with something akin to fascination. her voice strafes the air. maybe french isn't the prettiest language after all.
but ambrose not an indolent mesmer. another five seconds tick by and he grips her hips, rocks up into her. puts his back into it, not like he means to hurt her, but driving the next thrust into her open-kneed gait. she's got such a pretty voice to break.]