Private Voyeur: Home spy on dressing amateur girlfriend  His hands on her shoulders, he restrained himself, allowing her to explore while his jagged breath hissed through his teeth. He held one arm across her legs, grabbing the plate of food with his empty hand, all but running for the stairway. His arms came around her, hugging her tightly, breathing in the scent of her hair, trying to get control of his breathing. Still giggling, she took the plate from him, watching enthralled as he undressed in front of her. He drove deep inside her, pulling her limbs about his waist, hearing her cry out when she was impaled." |
