She meets me with a smack that sends shockwaves roaring through my body. Bell runs a finger down my face. That was so insane. I don’t know. She wipes away her tears. I feel all hot again. What am I talking about? So fucking crazy. If you choose no, not interested, then that is fine. Because I am so fucking wet, the extra lubricate of my juices makes her finger slide inside my virgin ass easily. Her lips are wanting, testing me to go further. “Oh, god, do not stop. Rising high. My head is telling me to push this to the limit. I push myself closer and look into Bell’s eyes. This is what I want.”
She takes off my robe. “Clothes off now.” Her words are demanding and full of wanton need. I think I am going to pass out from a mixture of passion and pain. She is smiling at me. Then there are the markets we go to on Sundays every two weeks at Alstonville.
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