Frank had been turned on all through dinner. Watching Sarah as she sat in his dress shirt and ate at his table made him feel that same sense of attachment that had been growing all day. Even though he knew it was too soon, he felt like she belonged here with him. She had not protested when he slid her panties down and took her. Her gentle moans just spurred him on. When she looked over her shoulder at him...good God! That was so f*****g hot!
He had a tough time deciding which was hotter—the helpless, aroused look on her face, or the sight of her sweet p***y stretched around the shaft of his c**k. His thumbs spread her cheeks open so he could watch that hot action and he felt her squeezing him in response. Then he noticed the plump little ring of her asshole throbbing in time with his thru
