chapter 65-take a break

Marilyn pov

Every time he fucked me inward, Lynn would buckle my waist and crotch against his sex, his meaty root plunging deep, his stomach bulging out from the top, his red, hot, wet pussy squeezing out glistening lewd water, dripping wetly down the cracks of my buttocks, and the quilt underneath me getting a big wet patch in no time at all.

It was as if I was incontinent.

The sound of fucking, gasping, rocking creaking, the solid wood frame of the bed were Lynn dry in the ringing.

Within a few minutes, I couldn't help but want to call out to someone to lighten up, but when I looked at the person kneeling in front of me, I swallowed my words back.

Lynn brow frowned, eyes deep, because of the waist and crotch hard all the muscles are hard, I released the wolf silent soothing him, thinking, today is afraid that can not end easily.

Lynn doesn't like to change positions too often during sex and tends to do one move for most of the day.