Through my fuzzy awareness, I hear the sound of the zipper on his duffel bag. The soft crinkle of a foil packet being ripped open. Then the bastard pulls me back up onto my knees, with my ass pointed up at the damn ceiling. I feel Mason kneeling behind me, his thighs braced around mine. Then the tip of his erection prods my entrance, abruptly piercing through my ready opening. And a moment later, my pussy is blissfully full of his cock. “Fuuucckk…” Mason groans low as my walls ripple, adjusting to his girth. “Jesus Christ, Karli.” “Please,” I whine, my hips starting to wiggle on impulse.
