Emily felt mesmerized as she laid her eyes on Adam's monster cock once again.
It hasn't even been a minute, and it's already standing straight, as hard as a rock, ready to mess her up from the inside once again.
She shivers as she looks up at Adam with her glazed, lust-filled eyes. She sees him grinning with amusement, deriving amusement from her current state, but Emily doesn't mind it one bit.
There is no love in Adam's eyes; to him, she is nothing but a mere object of sexual desire. And Emily feels completely fine about it; in fact, she loves it.
When she was young, she loved the thrill of everything that came with being young and dumb; sex was a very big part of it.
She had so many lovers, some good, some bad, but she thought she was over it, got tired of it, and finally decided to settle down with Jorge, because unlike the guys she liked, Jorge worshiped her, did anything for her; she liked that feeling.
