138. A Glass Of Lemon Juice

Dian's skirt was lifted while Dave unzipped his pants. They made love in the car on the side of the toll road with the sounds of worldly pleasures that everyone would not hear from outside.

"I wanna f**k you dearly, now and forever." Dave lifted Dian's body up and down and back and forth, with a woman on top.

"Ahhh… s-stop it! I-I … can't stand it anymore… aaahhh…." Dian let out her first release with sweaty bodies all over her body. However, Dave didn't want to finish their romance in this unusual place. Dave lay Dian's limp body on his chair, and now it was Dave in control by being on top of his wife's body.

Dian's hands were put together above her head with Dave's left hand, while Dave's right hand was groping and squeezing Dian's whole body, which became his addiction every day, every minute, every second.

"Aahhhh…"

"Say my name, dear." Dave licked her lips mercilessly.

"Da-Dave..."

"Eugghhh…"