"There. Now I can rub your muscles. Tell me if I am too rough on you, okay?" Tracy began to squeeze his pectoral muscles and used her palms to work the ointment into his skin. She concentrated on his chest, but in only a matter of a few minutes she was sliding her sopping wet p***y along the length of his shaft for her own benefit.
She wasn't expecting her position and movement would feel as good as it did. Soon, she stopped massaging his chest altogether and placed her hands on each of his shoulders as she slid up and down the length of his phallus. Her breathing was hot and increasingly rapid. Her c**t rubbed against his silky smooth skin with each stroke. It didn't appear that she was in complete control of her actions. Some sort of primal desire kicked in.
Harry placed his hands on h
