smiled.
"Happy family?"
Morgan held the bag aloft.
"You know it!"
She walked over and sank on to
the couch next to Brent Morgan had barely gotten the paper back on the coffee
table when Brent's arms wrapped around her. He pulled her into a long, deep
kiss, the kind that made her whole body tingle with excitement.
"Oh!" Morgan gasped as
Brent pulled his lips away. She smiled and said, "You really know how to
welcome a girl."
Brent chuckled and kissed her
again, pulling her body close to his. Morgan could feel his heat radiating off
of his body, and the slight dampness of his skin told her that he had recently
finished working out in his home gym. She inhaled his musky scent and she found
him more intoxicating than the strongest wine.
When Brent’s hand began snaking
up Morgan's thigh, disappearing under her skirt, she giggled. "I brought
dinner, you know."
"It's okay, babe,"
Brent cooed as he kissed down her neck, "We can always reheat."
Morgan shuddered as Brent lifted
up her dark skirt. His hands began rubbing on the outside of her panties, and
she knew that he could feel the wetness that was already flooding from her.
Her own hands were exploring his
body, and she traced the outlines of Brent's thick muscles with her soft
fingertips. Before she knew what was taking her over, her tongue was on his
skin, lapping up his salty sweetness.
Brent groaned deeply and his
finger slipped inside of Morgan's panties. She could feel his thick digits
spreading her open, dipping into her molten juice, and she spread her legs wide
for him in response. Her eyes traveled down his body, and she landed on his
hard cock, barely disguised in his blue workout shorts.
Morgan could not stop herself,
nor did she want to. Her hands reached in and pulled out Brent's throbbing
cock, and he inhaled sharply when her little fingers wrapped around his thick
shaft. Morgan's mouth watered for him, and she quickly leaned over with her ass
out in the air, and she began sucking him hard.
"Oh, fuck, baby,"
Brent groaned in his deep voice as Morgan's lips wrapped around him.
She moved up and down on him,
sucking away at his delicious cock that tasted of sweat and musk and Brent's
amazing, intoxicating aroma. She could not stop herself. She was sucking him
dry, letting him slip all the way into her throat and back. Her pink lips
stretched around him, kissing him as she bobbed up and off of his cock. Her
hands trailed up and down, slippery and wet. She could feel every ridge on him,
and she had sucked him so often that she knew that she could map him perfectly
with her eyes closed.
Brent's hands snaked down her
back while she took him deep, and he found her ass, high in the air. His long
arms reached down, and soon his fingers were playing away with her wet place.
Morgan moaned as those roughened bits found her throbbing, aching clit, and
they rubbed away, gentle at first, then pressing more and more, pulling out her
pleasures.
Morgan could barely think as the
feeling of her face stuffed with cock mixed with the sensations from her pussy
swirled about, and she wanted nothing more than to taste Brent's sticky hot
cum. She wanted to feel it dripping down her throat, filling her and sating her
for the moment.
But Brent had other plans.
He pulled Morgan on to his lap
and her legs straddled his. Brent slid her wet panties to the side and pushed
his cock, still shining brightly from her mouth. Morgan could feel him at her
entrance, just begging to be let in.
Morgan leaned forward and kissed
Brent hard on the mouth. "I love you, Brent Larson," she said. And
with that, she slid herself down on Brent's cock, taking his entire girth in
one fine stroke.
Brent groaned, but it was
dwarfed by the pleasure cry that escaped from Morgan as she felt her pussy
walls stretch to their brink. It seemed that no matter how much she fucked
Brent's huge cock, he would always stretch her just a bit.
Morgan moved back and forth on
her boyfriend's lap, grinding hard on his
"Happy family?"
Morgan held the bag aloft.
"You know it!"
She walked over and sank on to
the couch next to Brent Morgan had barely gotten the paper back on the coffee
table when Brent's arms wrapped around her. He pulled her into a long, deep
kiss, the kind that made her whole body tingle with excitement.
"Oh!" Morgan gasped as
Brent pulled his lips away. She smiled and said, "You really know how to
welcome a girl."
Brent chuckled and kissed her
again, pulling her body close to his. Morgan could feel his heat radiating off
of his body, and the slight dampness of his skin told her that he had recently
finished working out in his home gym. She inhaled his musky scent and she found
him more intoxicating than the strongest wine.
When Brent’s hand began snaking
up Morgan's thigh, disappearing under her skirt, she giggled. "I brought
dinner, you know."
"It's okay, babe,"
Brent cooed as he kissed down her neck, "We can always reheat."
Morgan shuddered as Brent lifted
up her dark skirt. His hands began rubbing on the outside of her panties, and
she knew that he could feel the wetness that was already flooding from her.
Her own hands were exploring his
body, and she traced the outlines of Brent's thick muscles with her soft
fingertips. Before she knew what was taking her over, her tongue was on his
skin, lapping up his salty sweetness.
Brent groaned deeply and his
finger slipped inside of Morgan's panties. She could feel his thick digits
spreading her open, dipping into her molten juice, and she spread her legs wide
for him in response. Her eyes traveled down his body, and she landed on his
hard cock, barely disguised in his blue workout shorts.
Morgan could not stop herself,
nor did she want to. Her hands reached in and pulled out Brent's throbbing
cock, and he inhaled sharply when her little fingers wrapped around his thick
shaft. Morgan's mouth watered for him, and she quickly leaned over with her ass
out in the air, and she began sucking him hard.
"Oh, fuck, baby,"
Brent groaned in his deep voice as Morgan's lips wrapped around him.
She moved up and down on him,
sucking away at his delicious cock that tasted of sweat and musk and Brent's
amazing, intoxicating aroma. She could not stop herself. She was sucking him
dry, letting him slip all the way into her throat and back. Her pink lips
stretched around him, kissing him as she bobbed up and off of his cock. Her
hands trailed up and down, slippery and wet. She could feel every ridge on him,
and she had sucked him so often that she knew that she could map him perfectly
with her eyes closed.
Brent's hands snaked down her
back while she took him deep, and he found her ass, high in the air. His long
arms reached down, and soon his fingers were playing away with her wet place.
Morgan moaned as those roughened bits found her throbbing, aching clit, and
they rubbed away, gentle at first, then pressing more and more, pulling out her
pleasures.
Morgan could barely think as the
feeling of her face stuffed with cock mixed with the sensations from her pussy
swirled about, and she wanted nothing more than to taste Brent's sticky hot
cum. She wanted to feel it dripping down her throat, filling her and sating her
for the moment.
But Brent had other plans.
He pulled Morgan on to his lap
and her legs straddled his. Brent slid her wet panties to the side and pushed
his cock, still shining brightly from her mouth. Morgan could feel him at her
entrance, just begging to be let in.
Morgan leaned forward and kissed
Brent hard on the mouth. "I love you, Brent Larson," she said. And
with that, she slid herself down on Brent's cock, taking his entire girth in
one fine stroke.
Brent groaned, but it was
dwarfed by the pleasure cry that escaped from Morgan as she felt her pussy
walls stretch to their brink. It seemed that no matter how much she fucked
Brent's huge cock, he would always stretch her just a bit.
Morgan moved back and forth on
her boyfriend's lap, grinding hard on his
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