Do You Want Me?
He cupped her butt cheeks with one hand and held her lower back with the other and lifted her up, their bodies still connected. He walked her to the telephone table, shifted the items to one side and sat her down on it. She pushed her hips toward him and wrapped her legs around his butt and he started to thrust into her pussy. Slowly and gently at first, watching his cock being enveloped over and over by her pink pussy lips. She urged him with her eyes to fuck her harder and faster. She put her arms around his neck and he leant into her as she lay back against the wall and, holding his upper body still, he pounded her pussy with strong pelvic thrusts. Their thighs slapping together as they brought each other closer to orgasm, the table banging against the wall like the beat of a drum, in time with their moaning.
