“Dude is gonna fuck the shit out of her!” Aaron replies, lifting his head again and flashing a wide grin with his braces; he’s now over his jealousy and excited that his cousin is going to be scoring some prime married pussy tonight. It’s all just a matter of luck, a totally random occurrence, a roll of the genetic dice, when in the early morning hours, a single sperm cell, at the very end of its strength after its long exhausting swim, gives one last, feeble flick of its tail, and punches its head through the wall of the egg…
“Dude, you can’t be serious…no sex for a whole week…?” J.J. asks, glancing at Steve in the rearview mirror as he drives the redheaded stud to football practice that morning. Visible shock waves from the pussy pummeling run through both of them; Irene’s ass cheeks undulate and bounce as she absorbs the relentless pounding, while the stud’s own firm, hairy ass cheeks tense and flex as he slams home each powerful thrust.
