A Different Sort of Cramming
It was exasperating, she really did need to cram for her boards, but it was also exhilarating.
Textbooks and study notes showered down from the bouncing mattress of a venerable four-poster bed as a long, thick, column of rigid flesh kept up a steady rhythm of lust and need, surging back and forth past stretched, slightly irritated pussy lips that clutch tightly around the unyielding shaft relentlessly cramming its engorged cock head into the inner most depths of a wet, stuffed and throbbing vagina. As the man conti...