#71169 - He leaned forward, one hand still on her hip as he fucked her, hard and controlling, his lips kissing between her shoulder blades, his spare hand sneaking under her body to cup and support one of the full breasts hanging down from her body. With a bump she was pressed into her closed bedroom door, his firm toned chest pressing to the softness of her figure through her dress and he broke the kiss, looking down at her, breathing hard, her hair a little more dishevelled, her glasses a little skewed on her face. “That’s so good, but, ah, ah, please, fuck me?” She panted, her head tilted to the side so her words weren’t muffled, glancing back towards where Michael was with half-lidded eyes, her red hair splayed messily across the cushions.
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