And so I push, her little gasp as I enter her makes me even harder. “Tax,” she whispers in my ear, swallowing air as I thrust deep inside of her. Her pussy is so wet, so ready for me, that I groan and grunt, unable to pretend that this isn’t the most incredible feeling on the fucking planet. Her soft, flowery scent, the one that clings to my clothes every Tuesday, fills my nose.
