Screwing Johnny Gold
Bounty Hunter
“Oh, god yes!” She felt his c**k crash inside her cunt until it hit her cervix with a painful bang. “More!” she shouted. “Yes, yes yes!” She was cumming, cumming hard, her belly grinding into his groin as if she could swallow the man whole inside her. When she felt his c**k surge with climax and heard his steady, even groan fill the air, another series of spasms triggered deep inside her. She writhed against him hard, thinking that the sensation would never end. “Yes, dammit,” she seethed now under her breath. “Gawd yes!”
Finally exhausted, Jillian collapsed against the lumpy mattress too tired for more.
Johnny pulled himself off the bed. “Damn, girl, what is it with you, anyway? You not had s*x in years?” he asked. He lit a cigarette in celebration.
