
Lifting the legs, his meat began measuring the depth of my pussy.
Slowly, yet passionately- with a covenant dat, it would go more deep, raw.
I wished if he could hold my tits. Tho he longed to see it swinging n a row.
He moved rhythmically, spelling me with moans.
I could feel the nerves of his peter touching my labia, n then with in seconds, going deep down.
Sweat droplets fell from my fallen hair.
he sucked it
by rubbing hard against my neck with his face.
Our body mingled.
So did our soul.