To this day I still hate running. XXNX . . . … she was just hitting the peak of her crest when it happened. . . . . . … My balls slammed against her tight anus. She bit her lip again, smiled flirtatuously and moaned. . . …”What?”
I moved closer. Whilst Marines were yelling and cheering for their respective teams, I couldn’t help but let my eyes trail up her long legs as we sat next to each other in the grassy field. She wrapped her arms around my neck. We aggressively french kissed as she welcomed me with open arms and spread legs. She noticed tho. Each and every breath she took, took me with her. Sitting there on the PT field, my bald head swirled not just from the recent impact, but also from the intensity of the moment and the anxiety of being so close to someone I secretly desired so much.
