My Girlfriend And Her Stepmom 4 - Scene 2

Dana DeArmond

Dana DeArmond

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He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. She was born in 1979. That meant nothing now except it gave him an age to file away when he noticed the fine lines around her mouth, the faint softness at her waist. She didn't move. He watched her throat work when he shoved two fingers into her without warning. The wet sound was loud in the quiet room. She clenched around him like her body couldn't decide whether to push him out or drag him deeper. He kept her pinned and crooked his fingers until she jerked. Sweat beaded between her breasts. He watched one droplet slide and then caught it with his tongue, tasting salt. When he finally pushed inside her it was deliberate and slow enough to feel every inch of resistance give way. Her hips lifted without permission. He held still, buried to the hilt, feeling her pulse around him. Then he started moving. Hard. The headboard slammed the wall. She made a sound she probably didn't recognize as her own. He released her wrists only to grab her jaw, forcing her to look at him while he fucked her. Her eyes were glassy. Her lips were parted. He bent down and bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, then licked it clean. She came with a strangled noise, thighs shaking. He didn't stop. He kept going until his own release ripped through him and he emptied inside her with a low grunt against her neck. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, neither of them moving to separate. The room smelled like sweat and sex. Her legs were still wrapped around his hips. He could feel his come leaking out around his cock. Neither of them spoke.

Dana DeArmond

4.2M views

•@danadearmond•VerifyXXX

He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. She was born in 1979. That meant nothing now except it gave him an age to file away when he noticed the fine lines around her mouth, the faint softness at her waist. She didn't move. He watched her throat work when he shoved two fingers into her without warning. The wet sound was loud in the quiet room. She clenched around him like her body couldn't decide whether to push him out or drag him deeper. He kept her pinned and crooked his fingers until she jerked. Sweat beaded between her breasts. He watched one droplet slide and then caught it with his tongue, tasting salt. When he finally pushed inside her it was deliberate and slow enough to feel every inch of resistance give way. Her hips lifted without permission. He held still, buried to the hilt, feeling her pulse around him. Then he started moving. Hard. The headboard slammed the wall. She made a sound she probably didn't recognize as her own. He released her wrists only to grab her jaw, forcing her to look at him while he fucked her. Her eyes were glassy. Her lips were parted. He bent down and bit her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood, then licked it clean. She came with a strangled noise, thighs shaking. He didn't stop. He kept going until his own release ripped through him and he emptied inside her with a low grunt against her neck. They stayed locked together, breathing hard, neither of them moving to separate. The room smelled like sweat and sex. Her legs were still wrapped around his hips. He could feel his come leaking out around his cock. Neither of them spoke.