Cool Blogger: 8TH STREET LATINAS Releasing her hand while still walking, Zach turned and fell backward onto his bed, arranging himself on his back so that he was situated in the middle of it. Pulling her panties down her lightly-muscled thighs and stepping out of them, Elizabeth followed him, the mattress noiseless as she straddled the young man in his bedroom that she had recently redecorated, over his objection if she recalled correctly.
"How do you like your room now?" she teased him, rising up and reaching between their bodies. Her slender fingers found his shaft, still engorged and still coated in her juices, and she rubbed the head of it against her well-used cunt.
"I think . . ." he began.
He was rudely interrupted when Elizabeth abruptly dropped her hips, impaling herself on his spear all the way to the balls.
"Mmmm," he continued, but this time in a moan.
Sitting upright on the young man, the head of his cock forcing the walls of her pussy wide, stretching her cunt lips around the base of his shaft, Elizabeth rocked back and forth, her hands braced on his bare, hairless chest. Her fingers splayed across his flesh, curling in so that her long nails dug into this flesh.
