Ring on, Pants off
"Strap on condom number three, and let's keep doggy styling until we pass out.”
“Higher. Slower. Harder. Oh, right there. Harder. Faster. Oh yeah. Yes. Yes. Yes!”“Jax, you’re gonna make me…”“Keep going. Don’t stop. I need this so bad. Make me cum again. Please, Kev.”Balancing on Kevin’s bed on my knees and my elbows, buck naked except for the sparkling band on my left ring finger, I thrust my hips back, driving my fiancé’s cock deeper into my gushing slit. Kevin drilled inside me, swiveling his pelvi...