Marcus sat back on his heels and wiped his mouth. Clara was panting and shaking. Her skirt was bunched around her waist. Her bare legs were spread wide. Her p***y was swollen and glistening with her juice and his spit. She looked at him with hazy, satisfied eyes.
"That was just the beginning," Marcus said. He stood up and sat back in the seat next to her. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his c**k. Clara stared at it. It was huge. It was long and thick with veins running down the shaft. The head was swollen and dark. Precum leaked from the tip. It was the first real c**k she had ever seen.
"Touch it," he ordered.
Clara reached out with a shaking hand. She wrapped her fingers around it. It was hot and hard and pulsing. She moved her hand up and down slowly. Marcus groaned and leaned h
