Fitness Babe Loves To Fuck In Ripped Yoga Pants

Kristy saved me. “Hey!” she objected, then giggled bashfully, her cheeks blushing nearly as brightly as Tammi’s could. Ever slowly deeper I worked my way inside, intent to every little whimper and fragment of a moan. “You like that, you little slut?” I demanded as her eyes flashed open in surprise. It was a flimsy and transparent excuse—of course I would never hurt her! We started with a kiss, deep and passionate, as I laid myself on top of her, careful to support most—but not quite all—of my own weight. “It’ll depend on whether we can get some help with the rent, of course,” I said, tempering expectations. As absolutely incredible as it was for me, and evidently for Tammi as well, Kristy seemed to be enjoying herself nearly as much; her hands had disappeared under her blanket, and though she was tightly biting her lip to keep herself quiet she couldn’t keep the obvious blush of excitement off her cheeks.