Melancholy Paradise
The picturesque brunette; sweet face, pert tits, a tiny waist with an ass juicier than a spring peach. Her cock was beautiful, too.
Thick raindrops caressed the windows of the vehicle in a natural curtain of privacy. My pussy grew wet as she tenderly kissed me. This couldn’t be the last time. I refused to believe it. Everything but this exact moment in time and space rejected. Her head was in my hands, that thick dark hair, her pouty wet lips–god, I needed her. My hands shoved into her jacket, grasping her breasts through the cotton and lace. “Natalia...