Neal pulled back just far enough to nearly rip the yoga pants off of Sindy, tossing them aside impatiently, before he was back on top of her deliciously curvy body, iron-hard cock rutting up against her pussy. He ground against her once, gathering lubricant, as he sealed his mouth over hers, plundering it greedily; then, taking hold of himself with one hand, he slid the head of his cock up against her clitoris, rubbing back the fleshy hood over it and rubbing slow circles against it.
"Do you want to get fucked now, Sindy?" Neal asked, his mouth dropping to her neck and nibbling on her pulse there, lips and tongue on the hot beat of her blood. "To take me all, be fucked into the floor, until you can't even walk back? Is that what you want?"
"Do you want to get fucked now, Sindy?" Neal asked, his mouth dropping to her neck and nibbling on her pulse there, lips and tongue on the hot beat of her blood. "To take me all, be fucked into the floor, until you can't even walk back? Is that what you want?"