“I’m coming!” she shouted, and I knew that was true. Anya Zenkova can’t seem to decide what she will wear. That looks good. Yeah It’s alright. She keeps on changing clothes, until she decided to change her mind again. I went inside the room to check her out, when she modeled in front of me, then flashes her boobs to my surprise. We’re gonna be late. Anya seems to be out of her self, completely stripping and now spreading her legs on me. What does she wants to do, we will be late for the cocktail party.
Anya apparently could feel it, as my shaft grew bigger and harder and more solid. I went to the couch to insert it within her. But she bucked me up furiously, her tits bouncing around like pin balls in a machine. “Cum in me!” Anya shouted, her fingernails digging deep into my back as she clutched at me more. “Give me all of your hot cum honey! I wanted to have your baby! Please, please, let’s make me a baby!”
By then I couldn’t hear or see, my mind was just lost, as I felt the jism boil out from my balls and explode through my shaft into Connie’s slippery pussy. One load after another, I shot out on her. “I’m about to cum!” she told me.
