His hand closes over my mouth the second I open it to make a sound.
We are in the narrow space between the washing machine and the wall. My back is pressed to the cold metal. One of my legs is hooked over his hip. He is already moving inside me...
His hand closes over my mouth the second I open it to make a sound.
We are in the narrow space between the washing machine and the wall. My back is pressed to the cold metal. One of my legs is hooked over his hip. He is already moving inside me...