Italy,
Teresa Luigi
My friend, Mattia, came into the kitchen and hugged me from behind. He knew I had many s.exual partners, but had no problem f*****g me when his desire for me drove him crazy with lust.
It was one of those days. He must have been excited about something because he did not allow me to move. Pulling my dress up, he tore my panties off and thrust inside me from behind, pressing my front on the kitchen bench. He was hard, too hard, making me moan in lust. His hands moved to the front, teasing my clit while thrusting inside me.
The two of us didn’t take long to reach our climax. I could feel his c*m running down my thighs, but that didn’t concern me. Since I lost that baby ten years ago, I could not conceive, so there was no reason to use protection while having s*x.
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