Fucking Martha Hunt

She turned between your arms to face you, her nipples, now hard, brushing on your chest.

A bit of insecurity was in her voice "You guys are always surprised by that scar, but I hope you still find me pretty even with that huge sign on the back..."

You reply "Martha, you are beautiful, whoever bullied you was a dick"

She asks "Please call me Mar..." She pulled in for a kiss, and while you were savouring her your hands went over her butt, small but round and firm, and pulled down her little tong.

Her face was now communicating lust and desire, so seeing she was ready you just firmly grabbed her ass cheeks, pulled her up sat on the table and, almost immediately, entered her pussy. Maybe you hurried a bit and got too deep at once, because she let out a discomfort moan.

Staying inside her but not moving further, you used your thumb to brush her clit; her pussy looked small, being the girl so thin.

The other hand was exploring her toned tummy, and Martha took it and guided it to her mouth, sucking your fingers and playing with it with her lips and tongue. Her hazel eyes were burning, of a light blue so intense, like ice but all the contrary of cold.

She moved herself down with the back laying on the table, and doing so your cock got out of her.

The blonde model's waist was toned and muscular but still thin between your hands where you were holding her, and exploring her body with your mouth. She shivered a little when the tongue hit the sensitive spots around the navel, tickling and teasing.

She loved when you playfully pinched her nipple between the teeth, and later when you got further down to place kisses on her jawline, so sharp and attractive, she tried to do the same to your own pinching with her fingers.

Tired of waiting, you slid inside her again, and forced all the way in, making her gasp feeling filled all of a sudden, but the naughty smile she gave me immediately after confirmed she was waiting for this.

Holding tight her waist, you began to pump in and out. If Martha had been mostly silent to this point, our bodies talking for us, she began to talk no stop, a sequence of broken thoughts running in her mind about how good she was feeling, together with moans and whimpers and a lot of dirty talking.