With me firmly secured, Ronnie slowly pushed into me all the way. A couple goats, for milk, and such, some pea-fowl, if I recall, and the place was always crawling with kittens and cats. XXNX I looked up, and he wasn’t just balancing with his hand on the rafter. I know it hurts, but it’s better off this way. I felt him grind his pelvic mound against my clitoris as he bottomed out. He had a good rhythm going, and honestly, my mind was gone— lost somewhere in pure physical bliss. With that thumb, he began to rub it in slow circles at first, then, as he could tell something was changing within me, just by my breathing, he started manipulating it harder and faster, and increased his fuck-rhythm as well.
