After that intense session, she rolled away off the bed to escape my ravenous mouth. She leaned on the side of the bed and panted for a bit before she could speak.
"Dammit," she groaned, "I was supposed to be the one getting you off, Paul. My mouth and p***y were supposed to be irresistible, and you..." She shook her head. I understood; she had fantasized about this for years, and it wasn't going the way she thought it would.
I rolled over and slid out of the bed. Theresa squealed when I grabbed her up and tossed her onto the bed. My hands closed on her ankles and spread her legs wide open as I crawled up between them.
"You've been teasing me with this sweet little p***y for years," I growled at her, "and now I'm going to take it!"
"Yes!" she cried, as my c**k thrust into her.
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