Based on "Winter" by Will...am ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights. We'll start small. I take the lube and run a small amount between the cheeks of your ass. You have such a great ass. You can't see what I'm doing and you start shaking again. Good. My finger slips inside you and you jerk at the sudden invasion. I laugh. I'm so wet and excited. Just seeing you this way tied and at my mercy. You start squirming as I thrust my finger in and out of your pretty asshole. You moan. I add a second finger and start thrusting harder and faster. You're moaning and. He placed his hands on her hips as if to steady her. Natalie increased her strokes and a thin film of perspiration appeared on her brow, her breathing shallow and rasping, little shrieks of pleasure emitting from her mouth. ‘I’m coming, darling,’ Louis gasped, and Natalie quickened her rhythm. As she felt her own sex contract and grasp Louis’s cock, he injected his seed deep within her. Natalie slumped forward on Louis’s chest, exhausted, panting, made senseless by the power of her own passion.. He looks so inviting on his knees in front of me, staring up at me. I want to sink down in front of him to feel those full, luscious lips upon mine. I feel dazed, the steam still surrounding us, the water making out bodies glisten. He gives me a wicked grin before leaning forward and flicking his tongue against me. He barely touches me, and I moan, wanting more. He spreads my legs even farther apart, and I whimper, growing more wet from the anticipation. He slides his fingers down my slit, not.Read More
