Adult Blogger: BROWN HAIR GIRLS without warning, Mrs. Morgan removed her hand from between her legs and pushed herself up from the counter, causing Dan's cock to disengage from her distended hole. "Let's go somewhere else," she panted. "This is frustrating."
Dan still had her pinned against the counter and wrapped his muscular arms around her torso, his searching fingers finding her thick nipples, brushing against them before lightly pinching them between forefingers and thumbs. "What's frustrating about it, Mrs. Morgan?" he inquired, breathing into her ear through a few stray hairs that had escaped her ponytail.
"I just . . . wanna moan . . . and groan . . . and scream," she managed, her breath beginning to return to normal.
"I didn't know you were a screamer," Dan responded, moving back a little, giving her room to maneuver.
