Monday, March 31, 2014
~ ~ ~ The last time Neela stood at my door - not this exact door - we fucked hard and heavy, too horny to make it beyond the foyer. I don’t even think we closed the door. I tore her clothes apart, trying to find and fuck my way into the deepest recesses of her pussy. Her moans and groans of pleasure were like music to my ears, driving the sex fiend in me to the brink of some foggy abyss.
I remembered that need.