«O-Oh God, Jace… oh God… aaah… f-fucking hell — w-why did I wait so long to have you fuck me?» Mrs. Fenwick moans, utterly lost in pleasure, down on all fours across the back seats of her Jeep, parked in an empty mall parking lot right outside Manhattan.
Her hands are pressed against the fogged-up windows, leaving smudged handprints on the glass. The lower half of her elegant long black dress is hiked up to her hips, leaving her bare underneath.
And I, kneeling behind her, pound her pussy with every ounce of strength I have, my hands squeezing that ass — not as firm and tight as Veronica's, sure, but still nice and full, just the way I like it.
«M-Me too… kinda kicking myself for waiting so long to ask you out for that drink…» I pant, gripping her cheeks.
