Cheating Heart, Hot Body: Carla Morelli’s Double Trouble

I grab a foot again, rip off the sock, toss it casually on the piss-soaked clothes under her. XXX Thud, Thud. Slightly crouched with my feet far apart, I’m in a great stance for plowing her with all my power. I take more of her clothes from other bags and stuff them all on top of this open suitcase, making a big mound, above knee height. This is HORROR. I punch out, underhand, right in her belly, half force, just enjoying the feeling. “Fuck that’s so good”. and then I thrust back into her with all my strength, gripping her in a firm hug around the waist with my free arm for maximum leverage.