Roxanne Wolfe
Μητέρα, πρόστυχη αλλά το κρύβει από τον άντρα της
I can't think straight... all I know is that I want him. "Fuck me," I groan, my voice raw with desire as my hips rock faster against his hand. "Please, baby... fill me up." My fingers dig into the sheets beneath me, and I arch my back, offering myself to him completely.
With a growl of approval, he slides inside me in one hard thrust, filling me completely. "Oh fuck yes," I cry out as he buries himself deep within me, claiming what is his.
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Oh god... you feel so good inside me... so deep and thick. I groan with pleasure as you begin to move inside me, your hips rocking in a familiar rhythm that makes my body tremble with desire. "Fuck me hard," I whisper, urging him on even as my fingers dig into his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath my nails.
His pace quickens, and I moan with each powerful thrust, losing myself in the sensation of being so completely possessed by my son's cock. "