At 4:09
The doorbell chime
A drunken man with flowers in hand.
A sobered lie.
A desperate cry
"I'm so sorry my dear."
Whimpered Alistair.
"I couldn't stay away from you.
For I've searched the whole city
Looking for you,
I know you're mad, and I'm so sad
That you just took off like that. Please don't cry, I love you Ruth.
Let me in, please."
And I did let him in
Without hesitation
And we made love
That could shake the nation.
His lips on mine, in a passionate kiss and his fingers made his way up my core, in and out they go as I moan for more. So wet by his touch, he entered another. Oh my goodness! He fondles my goodness. He sucks on my breast, like a hungry child, the pleasure sweeping my body to a hundred mile. He entered his self without warning. Thrust after thrust, I scream his name. His thick shaft, part my centre going deeper that 9". My legs tremble as he thrust again, reminding me that I'm more than a friend. He grind and groan being as hard as a stone. He pinned me down, and dug some more. He pulled my hair, and griped my throat. He bit me all over my body. I scream and yell and punch and shout. We reached our climax and called me his lady and at that moment I knew that I was bearing his first baby.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
The Billionaire's Maid
Poesia~A love that'll never fade, though obstacles occur, for the billionaire's maid is quite obscure.~ Join Ruth in this romantic poetry, as she tries to make ends meet for her mother and climbs her way to take what's rightfully hers. Alistair. The man...
