I still buzzed from my orgasm
BDSM. I stroked her black hair, smiling at her.
Scene. Her squeals now were of pleasure, not pain, being a young virile male I remained solid, I turned us over so she was now sitting over me. I felt her tighten around me and she shook, I guessed she was coming again; this was more than I could handle and my sack emptied into the back of her womb
I still buzzed from my orgasm
BDSM. I stroked her black hair, smiling at her.
Scene. Her squeals now were of pleasure, not pain, being a young virile male I remained solid, I turned us over so she was now sitting over me. I felt her tighten around me and she shook, I guessed she was coming again; this was more than I could handle and my sack emptied into the back of her womb
I still buzzed from my orgasm
BDSM. I stroked her black hair, smiling at her.
Scene. Her squeals now were of pleasure, not pain, being a young virile male I remained solid, I turned us over so she was now sitting over me. I felt her tighten around me and she shook, I guessed she was coming again; this was more than I could handle and my sack emptied into the back of her womb
