That I couldn’t take. xxx18 My little get away. My little get away. In my drunken darkness all I knew was the need that burned within me. That I couldn’t take. Her hands were pressing against my chest as she rode me. I lifted it to my lips. Suddenly she sat bolt upright, grinding her cunt into my face, her back arched. I thought about going to a bar. I felt my cock start to respond to Karens manipulation. The sting of tears burned my cheeks as I tossed the rose in. I reached out with my hand and undid her slacks. Karen’s car was in the drive.
