Elvis gave a snort and rolled over. Indian sex “Nothin’,” she answered, her voice strained as her ass spasmed on my cock. “Oh, God, I’m cummin’ again!”
It was like my pecker had driven a hole in her dam, releasing her passion in a torrent of orgasms as she bounced on me. Another sigh escaped her lips, then a loud, throaty moan. Elvis gave a snort and rolled over. “Get on you hands and knees like a bitch and I’ll cornhole you nice and good.”
With some apprehension, she followed my instructions like a good slut, facing the foot of her bed as she knelt. “Your cooch is workin’ all the cum out of my balls, slut!”
“Are you gonna cum?” she moaned. I was thinking of waking the little slut up and fucking her again. “I think you want to cheat on him. His wife lay on her side, sandy-blonde hair almost glowing by the moonlight.
