Real amateur wives getting a cream pie
He pressed them back against the mattress, his other hand shoving my right knee up.
ONE MONTH LATER "Are you sure. It's your favorite meal.
That's what it was.
"Holly, you don't-" "Shh.
" "Oh no, Chris. " I was sad for him, but honestly not that their relationship ended.
Patiently waiting, as always.
I pressed them harder against the couch, trying to suppress my own arousal, and rose up on my knees. It changed the angle slightly so I was able to get that last bit down my throat.
"I'm a coward," I finished, trying to turn onto my side without sloshing too much water onto the floor. Chris just hummed against my hair, his arms adjusting to hold me in my new position.