“Keep riding me, and that’ll happen.”
She smiled, hungry and possessive. I tried to ignore the heat suddenly pumping in my veins. Indian sex “3Brian45,” dispatch called again. It was all too much. The black-haired woman’s body convulsed as her pussy spread obscenely open, engulfing the Goddess’s fist. She straddled my face. It was hard, made of wood that had been waxed, and the cold seeped through my uniform. I didn’t race, this wasn’t an emergency, so I did it safe and by the book, slowing at intersections, making sure cross traffic had stopped, before barreling through red lights. Now stretch out on the floor.”
I did. That is just what I needed.” She worked her hips up and down. “Your love sloshes around inside me! My cock stayed hard; Darleen kept riding me. She looked vaguely familiar to me; I had definitely seen her somewhere. “Oh, yes, my Goddess,” moaned Whitney. I’d have to finish dinner after this call. “Dispatch, I’m going to need backup. “Backup is not necessary,” she whispered. “Thank you, Marrisa.” Darleen dropped down and impaled herself on my shaft. Whitney smiled at me; her eyes were an enchanting green. Our eyes met, and she smiled at me, reaching out to take my hand. My cock stayed hard; Darleen kept riding me. I tried to ignore the heat suddenly pumping in my
