“What’re you doing!” She said
“I told you,” Casey said, “I can’t go to work smelling like cum.”
*
Casey moved into the bathroom with Amy in his arms. Last night bro, about ten fucking minutes after you left I was dry humping her on my leather sofa slobbering on her fine fucking titties…”
“Please, Casey, don’t…” Amy came quickly to the bed and tried to grab the phone out of Casey’s hand. Indian sex Her jaw hurt so badly she thought another hit would break it. Amy looked away. “Ah! “Bend over the side of the bath!” He shouted. The lather ran down to the dimpled small of Amy’s back rolling over her hot cheeks and down onto her pussy. The fact that she didn’t want it only making his cock harder. He started to masturbate. “Woo-wee,” he breathed, “that was so hot.”
He got up on his knees behind her and pulled back her ass cheeks to get another quick view of her asshole then he stood.
