Lazy, sweater-muffled homemade sex with that cozy, barely-there effort

“Mmm” she sighed contentedly. I got up, stumbled to my computer, and noticed Rachel had moved her computer to her bedside table. XXX While trying as best I could to block her from view, I looked down at what she was doing. As we approached the entrance I turned off the egg, giving her a break. Her composure regained, and we put the white bikini, drenched in her cum, back on the rack. “O.K., but then, it needs to be an unusual word.” I returned, “Otherwise I won’t know if you really mean it.” We both sat there thinking. Lying down, her head on my lap “You take such good care of me. “Morning sleepy head” she said sweetly.