With a grunt he lifted me onto the pool table, knocking aside the triangle of balls my husband had just prepared.
With my hips, I worked her into a frenzy, until she was on the point of cumming; then I backed off, slowing my thrusts to a crawl.
Everything was going splendidly, until her dog started barking.
“Oh, no…” she moaned, her hips continuing to rock rhythmically against mine. “That means… my…
With a final wailing sigh, Emma collapsed back onto the bed, her small body shuddering from the…
“No!” she pleaded as I stood to leave. “Don’t go! Please!”