I wanted to cry out, to scream in pleasure. But no way was I going to let him or Lucinda know, let them know that this place so easily pushed my buttons, so easily delivered a long held secret fantasy that I had dreamed so many times, alone in my bed. Instead, I bit my lip, gasped as Wilson’s c**k drove up higher and higher with powerful thrusts that reduced me to nothing more than a b***h in heat. Oh, god, this was incredible! More, Wilson, more. At last, oh, at last...
And then hot c*m flooded my p***y to fulfill a part of my fantasy that I could never do. Jet after jet spewed forth and I tried to turn around, to get some in my mouth, to taste this strong, dominant man, but a sure hand on the top back of my collar kept me rooted to the spot. My eyes watered, but not in pain or humiliati
