I was surprised again when Emmanuelle came into my room. She looked my naked body over hungrily and pushed my door closed behind her.
"Your mother sent me in," she murmured.
"Oh," I replied.
"I'm pretty sure she knows you're going to f**k me," she whispered as she closed the distance and wrapped her arms around me. She was watching my face intently, and I nodded before leaning down to kiss her.
Moments later she was kneeling in my bed, with that skirt thrown up onto her back. Emmanuelle had not been exaggerating earlier--she was hornier than I had ever seen her before and she could not wait for me to f**k her. Damn! Her wet little p***y felt fantastic as it welcomed me in.
It had been three months since the last time I'd been inside her, and I had forgotten just how incredible it felt
