Mitch

Fuelled with lust, he pulled his rigid cock up to the tip of my pussy and slammed back into the depths with a violent forward thrust. He drove his cock into me, watching my breasts bounce with every thrust of his cock. Swiftly, I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my ankles together, which heightened our intimacy.

“Fuck me harder,” I begged, momentarily forgetting how tired I was. You could say his lust seemed to rub off on me, making me feel half of the thing he was feeling and giving me this urge to get him to take me harder, knowing it might bruise me from it.

I couldn't tell whose groans were louder, Mitch's or Mike's. They seemed to drown my moans and cries for Mike to go faster.

He kissed me as if our lives depended on it, and he increased the pace of fucking my warm pussy by pumping his erect cock in and out harder and faster. My puffy pink pussy lips grasped at his cock every time he pulled back. His balls slapped against my inner thighs during each forward thrust.