Bedding Brian
Lonely housewife beds the neighbor boy. I knelt at my bedroom window, riding my dildo as I gazed at his magnificent young body, the neighbor boy. I could hardly call him that anymore. At seventeen, he was almost a man, at least, I'd like to make him one. The sweltering sun glistened off of his sweat-soaked body. Before too long, he'd be so drenched that his gym shorts would cling to him, outlining his thick swinging dick, sending tingles through my twat. I floo...