When I reached his briefs, Ryan lifted his ass so I could pull them off and toss them to the floor. “R.J.’s a fine,” I said, “he’s sleeping.”
“R.J. Porn sex He was wearing khaki pants and a hoody with a messengers bag. I tried to be still, but I rested my hand on his chest. I didn’t say anything. I went over and gave him a kiss as he pulled me close and returned the kiss with a decent amount of tongue. He continued at a steady pace. We were drenched in sweat by time Ryan came one more time. “Ryan?”
“How’s it going.” he asked. I dug my nails into his back and let out a gasp as he plunged inside of me. After changing R.J., I came back and Ryan was fast asleep. Ryan came back downstairs and was ready to leave. We went out for a few months before he surprised me with a proposal at this fancy French restaurant he took me to one evening.
