Merry Christmas You Little Prick
As Emma walked back to the dance-floor, Becky relaxed. "So, are you going to fuck me or what?"
I think he enjoyed that. No, that’s wrong, I don’t think he did, I know he did. And, so did she. Eddie’s cock was still covered in that wonderful mix of spunk and pussy juices, and, as I gently stroked his balls, it stirred. Becky was lying next to him, her breathing still heavy after her exertions. I must admit, she had the most gorgeous bottom. There were red marks across her cheeks where Eddie had gripped her buttocks...