Don’t write her off. Desi xxx I gulped and felt a monster hard-on threatening to burst my zipper. We had a pool going if and when she was going to make a pass at you. She probably spent at least a whole weekend a month with hair, manicure, and pedicure appointments to keep her looks up. I looked at Marcus with disbelief. She surprised me by immediately pulling me up to the sofa with her and yanking at my belt. I came up for air and growled, “Yeah baby, pull my hair.”
She giggled and slapped me playfully. Money and time well spent, I felt as I just stood and admired her for a bit. I shoved my pants and underwear down and she grabbed my cock. We cleared the clutter that had accumulated on it and she stripped fast, urging me to get naked too.
