Real amateur floor sex
They were nothing like the ones I was used to going to here.
Yet this past year, I'd felt like I was crashing at her and her boyfriend's place. No more.
The ring and ball grazed against my palate with his sudden yank downward. I moaned and pressed my forearms on his thighs to keep him from thrusting any deeper.
Jaw clenched and eyes bright, he swallowed hard three times, his Adam's apple bouncing like a buoy on the water. His fingers twisted tighter in my hair.
Or ran from them.
I needed to lay out the truth and put down an ultimatum.
Palms only; not the riding crop or flogger he'd also said he liked on the list. And my hands or arms needed to be restrained in some way.