The beautiful wedding gown was lying on the floor, his costly tuxedo was thrown on the couch.
I gripped his shirt above my head when he was insanely copulating me.
I bite my lower lip whenever he hit me inside hard. Unable to bear this pleasure I curled my toes and gritted unable to moan. I am controlling but I couldn't. He is playing too tough with me.
Michael, he is crazy, no I am crazy for agreeing to this game. He smirked when I made noise closing my mouth.
"Give up to me, it will be easier," he groaned and I nodded as no.
"Oh," he raised his left eyebrows and thrust his length harder into me while teasing me with his fingers.
That's it, I lost in the battle within three minutes. I moaned hardly gripping his back. I encircled my legs around his waist.
"Not bad, you are a tough
