Moonshot

Ten, nine…As we are facing the screen, I can only imagine her whimpering, sobbing grimace. Lured by the siren call, I further ascend the bursa escort spasming maelstrom. Her hips are altıparmak escort shaking, my thrusts görükle escort – vigorously returned.Six, five…“Wait, not yet!”Breasts hard under my palms, I pull her close and hold. She turns. I greedily catch her open mouth. She convulses, all of me swells.Two, one…“Now!”Roaring, I explode on zero. She screams and grinds me to the last drop.“Bon voyage,” she whispers as we watch the rocket carry her husband up the afternoon sky.