?Mmmm I couldn?t help it, Liz,? Mark growled sharply,
?Your ass was hanging over the side of your smoking sports car, in those micro-mini rag cut jeans, no fucking panties, it was so hot, I just couldn?t help it baby, I could see the rounds of your tight ass... and I... I? Mark gasped, feeling her hot ass coiling around him even tighter, Liz grunting hard, interrupting him as she spoke.
?Fucker you turned on the switch... now it?s your fault what happens,? she cringed, biting down on her bottom lip, turned on as she felt him sinking deeper into her.