Amy boosted herself up with both hands. She grabbed my d**k as tight as ever. It was like my p***s was the source of all her oxygen, she could only let go for short bursts before grabbing hold once again. This would ordinarily be erotic as hell, but the strength of Amy's fist combined with my desperate need to piss made it more painful than anything else.
Amy giggled and rocked her little table back and forth. She spread her legs and pulled me forward. As I'd predicted, the perfect height. I wondered if that was a feature you could check off at Raymour & Flanigan. Do you have any f**k-level tables?
My beautiful blonde sister didn't bother to take off her panties. She just pulled the gusset aside and pulled me forward. "Oh, that's a good boy," she sighed as my cockhead made contact with h
