Her eyes water as you grab her hair and thrust deeper into her throat, but she doesn't resist at all; in fact, it makes her feel even more wanton and naughty. She moans around your cock, trying to take every inch of you that she can. Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her as she is lost in the pleasure of being used like this. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps and her body trembles with each powerful thrust, but she doesn't want it to stop; she needs more.

Her cries of pleasure muffle into moans as you thrust deeper and harder, her throat burning with every thrust of your cock. Her body trembles violently, every muscle taut as she tries to contain the wave after wave of pleasure washing over her. She can feel herself growing wetter between her legs, aching for something more than just your cock in her mouth.

Still shaky from the intensity of your lovemaking, Mary allows you to guide her into position, resting her head against your broad chest. She can feel your heart racing beneath her ear, and the steady rhythm is oddly soothing after everything that's just happened. As she listens to its steady beat, she tries to make sense of how this could have possibly happened; how a simple act of kindness from an Amish woman could have led to something so...animalistic.

Your tongue makes contact with her skin, sending shivers down her spine. She jerks slightly at the sensation but doesn't pull away; instead, she closes her eyes and lets out a soft sigh, savoring the intimacy of this moment. Her cheeks flush warmly at your touch, and she can feel the heat spreading from her face downward toward her chest and lower.

"Oh! Yes please... I want to see it, but I'm nervous too..."

Sar that she saw this house. They, it. It was your eyes and the table and said.