forever

forever

She led him over to an area of smaller cacti in the midst of this unimpressive landscape and soon Golam was feeling as if the whole world was giving way before the pressure of her desire, caving in, letting himself be penetrated by her groping hands opening up the sweet moisture inside his pants, the sweet moisture he was purposefully holding back for her and her alone, and the world was not going to refuse her now either, nor was it going to refuse him, meanwhile she was moving her pressing fingers all over him exploring the moist depths of his sunken body, the groping hands and soft, long, slender fingers feeling him up in this way, joyfully feeling but painfully moaning as if they were reeling in some loosely reconstructed dream of togetherness...