53- Fever

The table creaked threatening to break under her weight and the vigorous pounding it had put up with.

"Haa… ohmygod… oh fuck!" She panted with a side of her head resting on the table as she held the sides for support.

He had her bent over the dinning table a few minutes after they concluded their shower. She just wanted to get something to eat. The last thing she remembered was walking past the dining table, how did she end up in this position?

Her legs were weak and couldn't hold her up any longer. He was slamming into her so deep and all she could do was take deep breaths and cry out her pleasure.

She was squirming, her pussy clenching and not catching a break.

"You're so tight. Yes, clench harder on me like that. You'll snap my dick in half, aunty," Leroy smiled, beaming with so much joy and energy.

"P-Please… c-cum already. I can't take it anymore. Just cum!" She gripped the table harder, gritting her teeth in annoyance. She was angry at herself; angry that she couldn't stop throw