Er pussy was hot compared to the falling rain and tight and wet as it slid over him. Like free bdsm pics a wet velvet glove it slide around his cock until her ass pressed onto his balls. Jim reached out and grabbed one cheek in either hand and began to thrust back, matching the pace she set. Her tits rubbed across his body, the nipples clearing bdsm torture stories lines in the mud on his chest.

Jim tried to speak but found he could only produce a guttural growling sound. Jen laughed and began to pick up the pace, sliding down hard on