Her wiry frame trembled, her boxers tented with a rock-hard cock, her brown eyes dazed but burning. She felt drained, her body weaker than she liked, but a persistent heat lingered, a stubborn ember she couldn’t douse.

“I’m going to get dressed,” Ken said, his voice–soft and warm–cutting through the quiet as he tossed his towel into the hamper. “Yeah,” he said, voice warm, walking slow–clicks steady, legs powerful,Big Breasted Japanese Girl the hose and skirt shining with each step. The mat squeaked beneath them, slick with sweat, and he felt her strength–Linda’s strength–surge through him, unstoppable and fierce.

“Like that?” he snarled, releasing her wrists to grab her hips, lifting her slightly to angle her deeper.