Mrs. In the end, Marissa didn’t exactly mind dating a fabulously wealthy businessman. Amateur porn CHAPTER 11
“Honey, I’m home!” The smile on my face was also obvious in my voice. My eyes were aflame watching inch after inch disappear, swallowed up by the paradise of Marissa’s perfect ass. Here I was, red hot and horny; and I knew my body was pumping out ?-pheremones like nothing else. I finally let up on the tickling and began kissing the back of Marissa’s neck, her skin now very sensitive to my touch and she moaned feeling the lust pour through my lips and onto her skin. But the lust was still raging inside of me, my erection having a sexual mind of its own. And just when she came again, I pulled back on Marissa until she was standing vertically, trapping her back against my chest. “Ahh…” she sighed feeling me penetrate. I stalked across the room, my books landing in a heap on the desk and I literally pounced on Marissa, causing her to squeal in half-fright before I simply straddled her legs and kissed my girlfriend deeply.
