In My Desperate Time

I push his head, trying to get him farther away from me. I keep my legs tucked in to prevent him from invading me further.

How can I let him kiss me on such a private spot?

Frances stops and looks at me with an evil smile.

"Be good. Relax."

He reaches out his fingers and gently touches my sensitive area.

"No!"

I can't help but moan in embarrassment, and my legs part slightly. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Frances buries his head there and uses his lips and tongue to invade my most delicate garden.

I never thought he would do such a dirty thing. Did I not understand men, or did I think him noble?

No matter what, I can't think anymore.

It feels completely different from when he enters me with his big boy, but it gives me such an indescribable pleasure.

I grab his shoulders and let out uncontrollable moans.

his fierce attack, I give in and reach

am still shy or I just had my orgasm, but my

arms, his eyes

and puts it on his big

over, when I touch it, I bounce off feeling

It's scalding.

It's huge.

look at it. I don't have the strength to do it. I can only bury my

his head and whispers in my ear, "You're comfortable. Now,

he speaks, he put my legs around his waist and

he takes touches the

me, so after he

me on his desk, driving the house with all his

sofa, the bed, the

energy is always

passed, but I

dry, but now I know the same goes for

why aren't you

man who is still fighting

let me touch you for so long. When a man holds back for that