MARYANN'S HEAVING THIGHS
- Ficha técnica
- ZOE JASMINE
I was coming, jetting hard spurts of sperm deep, deep, all over the floor of her heart.
My toes scrabbled in the sand for resistance, I was pouring with sweat, and the hair of my chest was matted. My hands clenched on her shoulders and pulled her torso against mine as hard as I could. With each gasp, she slammed her head harder against my neck and shoulder. Her hair slashed at my face and filled my panting mouth, and rasping moans were torn from her throat with each lunge.
For a long time, my sweating face lay pressed into the sand beside her shoulder.