Her hips thrashed, not really thrusting, but grinding me up inside her as she focused on making her velvety walls like a vice trying to squeeze me out. “I’m not your whore, but rather you are mine.” Then she pulled my hips around and forced me to sit upon the bed if I wanted to keep my penis attached to my hips. xvideo I would have been tender with her by nature, but her words told me she didn’t want tenderness, but excitement. They’re early,” she exclaimed grabbing at her discarded gown and running for the bathroom. It wasn’t a kiss for lovers, or even a married kiss. “No man but my husband is allowed to defile my womb with his essence,” she teased.
