Honestly, I got what I asked for regarding the Latino behind me: a steady and rough pounding by his latex-covered d**k. Manijo gripped my hips with his palms and fingers. One rush of his c**k jammed inside in my asshole, twisted, and pulled out, which excelled into many rushes. After ten minutes of his motion, I was left in a surreal world of gator guy bliss. Perspiration flew off my forehead and drizzled the kitchen’s appliances. Moans of glee echoed off the room’s walls. The island, although solid at one time and tight against the floor, began to loosen and wobble to and fro because of the Latino’s steady and relentless bolting.
Spanks were applied to my bottom. Bites almost bruised my left shoulder. I felt the man’s carved abdominals on my lower back. Again and again his hip-thrusts cr
