They can’t see me like this!”
No more eager than Marcy to be caught with his pants down, Paul briskly marched over to the kitchen table to fetch the jeans that she’d tenaciously removed from him earlier. XXX By now there was nothing left of him beyond his primal craving for the embrace of her hot pussy. Just then, Marcy briskly padded back into the room, dressed once more in the tight mauve sweater and jeans she’d been wearing earlier in the morning. He buried his face into her long brown hair and drank in its odor. He may never have had a crush on Marcy; never pined away for her as he watched her pressing against some other guy. They began to writhe together and quickly developed a rhythm that maximized the sensation of Paul penetrating her. Her grasp upon his rod didn’t loosen at
