Her tits still had a light shine across the nipples. XXNX The drive was worse than dinner. I’ll never, ever regret being her first. Every five-minute conversation on the phone seemed like it took a half-day. The cum jetted out of my cock tip like a cannon shooting mayonnaise. She swatted my hand and gave me a silent “no-no-no” sign with a wagging finger and a sly grin. She was still excited about her first trip to the game, and thanked me for inviting her. Her half-grunt, half-squeal was soft – but it encouraged me to continue. I shoved myself as hard as I could into her vise-like pussy and grinded my hips into her open thighs. I kept thinking it was Wednesday all day on Tuesday.










