Page 88 of Capuleto

"Well, hold on, because this is just the beginning." There was a snort of frustration. "Didn't you ask me to hold back my orgasm? Well, I want the same."

"You're not a guy." His hand greedily grabbed my hair.

"And what does that have to do with anything?"

"Because I can't control myself with you between my legs. It's a fucking torment."

I looked at him challengingly and sunk his manhood deep into my throat. Romeo roared with relief, and I felt the triumph shaking inside me. I sucked and swallowed eagerly, reveling in the pressure his hips offered. I liked when he moved them, fucked my mouth, and held my head.

I relaxed my neck to accommodate him. I adored from my knees each lust-drunk thrust while my pupils drowned in his.

"Mother fucker!" he growled, pulling me up by my hair.

He pressed me against the bar, pulled down my leggings and underwear to the floor, and penetrated me, pulling my hair.

I was soaked, ready to receive him, and ravenous. I clung to the bar and let his flesh delve into mine. I couldn't spread my legs very wide, which made the penetration more intense.

I craved each of his thrusts, yearned for them devotedly, and when I felt his release followed by his scream, it was pride that bathed me.

His right hand found my folds and masturbated me fervently until I reached the climax of pleasure in my husband's arms.

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Radnoy

Aleksa

Iwatched my Russian's profile. Standing naked, he wandered around the room looking for something to wear to the shower.

"What?" he asked, spurred on by my unyielding gaze.

"You look very good in what you're wearing."

"What?" he asked, puzzled, looking down at his feet as if he had forgotten to take off his socks.

"My eyes on your body."

A smile formed on those tempting lips bordered by a neatly trimmed blonde beard, the same one that had made me gasp against the pillow a few hours ago.

"You're incorrigible."

"And you’re too tempting..." I murmured, pinching my lower lip. "Why don't you give me the good morning I deserve?" I patted the mattress invitingly.

"Didn’t you have enough last night?"

"Of you? Never. Come here."

"We have to work," he chided.

I raised an eyebrow at him while caressing myself as I watched him.

"The best part of fights is making up, and you owe my cock more than one apology for all that lack of control."

His blue irises lit up, but his demeanor remained distant.

"Tell your friend that schedules are there to be kept."

"Come on, Andy, don't make me beg," I murmured enticingly, casting a glance at his groin that was beginning to heed my call.

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