Cliff stumbled as his head spun, leaning into Iris for support. Being a man, Cliff at once flexed his muscle. Porn Losing himself in her presence. She basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Rich and thick, like a hit of crystal ice, the intoxicant surged, taking charge of emotions and thoughts. Devilish thoughts erupted in his mind. If Iris controlled her own reproduction. “Such a feeble, childish brain, in such a beautiful package. The fires of yearning rose inside Cliff, a lascivious hunger tempting him to take her in the parking lot. “My Goddess,” he said, his prick engorged with blood, rubbed on the cum soaked material of his pants.
