Demetrius Freeman

could muster. he props her up on to the counter level with the top of his hips he feels a little life return to his genitals. He starts unbuttoning his silk dress shirt she stole the night before; reveling her plentiful besom and smooth skin. Marcus Thinks to Himself, "about the beauty of his women and the dirty things hes being pondering to do to her." She bites his bottom lips in anticipation whats about to happen. She shimmy his boxer-briefs down a bit revealing his mostly erect penis, she grabs the shaft gently stroking it towards her. He pre-cums a bit on her wrest just above the palm. he kisses down her breasts focusing on the sensitive nipples and takes a large handful in to his mouth... gently moistening it and her as he feels threw her paints