Review Blog: AMERICAN DAYDREAMS AMERICANDAYDREAMS were both naked, she again kneeled on the sofa, astraddle my legs. Having her soft flesh brushing me served only to make my erection, now jutting proudly from my middle, even harder.
As Hillary worked her way closer to me, I felt her fingers wrap around my erection and, before I knew she was going to do it, warmth and dampness embraced the head of my erect organ and, as soft sighs came from both of us, she began taking me into her. "I...Oh, God!...I hope you don't mind," she murmured as I slid into her. "I...I needed to be connected with you."
"I don't mind at all," I whispered, just before our lips again joined. My hands returned to gently coasting over Hillary's warm skin. I could feel her now-rigid nipples pressing against my chest as she snuggled her body against mine. She didn't move her hips, she just kept me inside the velvet grip of her vagina.
