Her toes now dangled two inches or so above the solidity of the cave floor. Mature sex “Please…who are you? “I hate you.”
“See? – you demand to know. It was mingled with her own sweet and salty liquid from her vagina, the evidence of her aroused body’s betrayal. The cave was cruelly cold, but at a time like this, he hardly noticed. The girl could not seem to tear her eyes away from the morbid sight of his head pressuring her warm opening. Please! My surname – as well as my appearance – would speak clearly to my heritage. Roxanna gasped and gave an involuntary cry as her arms were stretched up over her head, pulling her body in opposite directions with just enough force to strain her quaking muscles.
