MR. MIGUEL TAYLOR

After a few hours of foreplay and sexual torture, we broke to clean ourselves up. Yet it didn't last long before once again we were at it, and my cock was the only thing capable of pleasing her.

Pushing her against the wall of the shower, I groaned at the feeling of her warm, wet pussy wrapping around my hardened cock. It was the most amazing feeling in the world. I ravaged her over and over again, and with every thrust deep inside her, she came undone.

“I can't keep going—" she cried out as she clung to me for dear life, “Mr. Taylor!"

A cry of...