Her vaginal muscles convulsed under of her patient’s driving, hammering prick. Oh, oh, oh, p…p…please, Mr. XXX As she came to stand before him, he picked up the washcloth and soap from the bench and held them out to her. His chest and arms were well defined, but not muscle-bound, and his chest was lightly covered with hair the same brown color as that on his head. You’re making me cum again! Sarah’s back began to ache from bending over him, so she moved to kneel behind him on the bench. “Ohhh, yes! Her hips and legs convulsed with the intensity of her climax, and she moaned, “Ahhh, Mr. “You’ll have to let me know when I have it the right temperature,” she told him.




















