Pants Full Of Piss
I came home from work after a four-day shift. Kelly knew how to occasionally turn, stop, or twirl in such a way that the skirt briefly flew up, offering a glimpse, but no more, of the thongs she liked to wear. Thankfully my phone binged and it was a text from my mom. His hands were still on my hips but just holding me in place as he plowed the cock into me. The pain was still there but dull as I got used to the sensation. His eyes were a sparkling hazel, and his skin slightly tanned from time out in the sun.