We use cookies
When you visit our website, if you give your consent, we will use cookies to allow us to collect data for aggregated statistics to improve our service and remember your choice for future visits. Cookie Policy & Privacy Policy
Dear Reader, we use the permissions associated with cookies to keep our website running smoothly and to provide you with personalized content that better meets your needs and ensure the best reading experience. At any time, you can change your permissions for the cookie settings below.
If you would like to learn more about our Cookie, you can click on Privacy Policy.
Your cookies settings
Strictly cookie settingsAlways Active
SlowThis Time
Anwen Estrella rolls her hips against my hand, against my softening c**k still inside her. I groan. I’ll f**k her fast, slow, whatever she’ll allow to just keep tasting her. She starts to try to stand up, and I instinctively tighten my grip on her hair. She shivers—I knew she liked a little pain with her pleasure—but pries my hand free. Wordlessly, she walks into the tiny pool at the center of the little oasis we stumbled into. I’m going to get that moment painted someday. Life-sized, if I can help it. Hang it over our bed where I can see it every single time I wake up. There’s no way I’m ever forgetting this. She glances over her shoulder, obviously asking if I’m coming. If I’m lucky. I scramble to my feet and follow her in. The water is warm like a bath, and the sandy bottom soft u
- Writer
- chap_listContents
- likeADD
