Moja djevojka je bila sama kod kuće i zamolila me da je posjetim

I get to the floor and he opens the door with only one hand because with the other he is touching over the shirt. Not hello or anything: he grabs me by the belt, puts me inside and slams the door. In two steps we are in your room. He lies on the bed on his back, lifts his shirt up to his neck and opens his legs wide. No panties, waxed, shining all over. "I've been like this all afternoon, I can't take it anymore," he tells me with his voice trembling with desire. I pull off my clothes and throw myself on top of me. I put it in one go, all the way in, and she screams loudly, arches her back and digs her nails into me. I start hitting it hard, fast, mercilessly, while she asks me for "more, louder" between moans that reverberate throughout the room.