“You really shouldn’t be doing this” Sarah said, as my thrusts made that familiar slapping sound against her ass. You could hear the smile in her voice, as she pushed back deeper on to my cock, her perfectly tight pussy offering just the little resistance. Bareback, of course.
“A dare is a dare, and you don’t seem to be complaining” I responded. Flipping her over, I look down on a proper English Rose. Brown hair, hazel eyes and lovely pert lips. Near porcelain skin, C cup breasts with tiny nipples. Arms above her head, a wonderful smile across her face, she knows she shouldn’t be doing what she’s doing. A tiny landing strip of pubic hair, jet black, just above her clit, with labia as tiny as her nipples.
I slide myself back on in, and groan, the sensation of my head against her inner walls, all too good. “Nick will not be happy” she jokingly stated, gasping as I thrust a little harder. “I’m not really thinking too much about that right now” I retort. She groans nice and deep, almost guttural. Her slender waxed legs wrap around me, pull me in deeper, arching her pubic mound up to meet my cock.