Review Blog: BOOKWORM BITCHES BOOKWORMBITCHES.COM heard Hillary cry as I sank into her. Her hands clutched my bottom and I could feel her fingers digging in, pulling me against her. Waves of wonderful feelings coursed up through me, filling my body. I can honestly say I don¡¦t think I¡¦ve ever wanted a woman more, before or since.
¡§Oh, God!¡¨ I cried in response when I felt my pubic bone hit hers. The fact that we were copulating wildly on my lawn, in broad daylight, never occurred to me or, apparently, to Hillary.
¡§Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!¡¨ Hillary chanted when I started thrusting into her. My movements were a lot more frantic than I¡¦m used to, but I couldn¡¦t help myself. I¡¦ve spoken about making love with Hillary, and we did that, but what happened on my lawn that afternoon was nothing more than lust, pure, unfettered lust. We were two animals in heat, desperate for satisfaction.
I felt my insides coiling tighter and tighter, and the intensity of my feelings increased. I knew I couldn¡¦t hold back much longer. ¡§I¡KOh, God, Hillary¡KI¡KI can¡¦t wait!¡¨ I groaned. My body lunged against hers, making her shake, causing her to gasp. It was as if I was trying to drive her into the ground in my search for satisfaction.
¡§Don¡¦t wait! God, please, don¡¦t wait!¡¨ she cried back, locking her legs behind mine, rocking her hips up against mine, twisting them, turning them in a movement I can¡¦t possibly describe. ¡§Take me! Oh, God, please! Take me!¡¨
