"I... I thought, "Amber gasped," I thought you'd of all people would be the one to talk us out of it... that it was too dangerous to do." She hissed, biting down on the edge of her lip as the first waves of pleasure began to bath across her lower half forcing herself to get wet from his mere touch.

"Mmm...Amber," Justin sighed, "I'm may be your rationally thinking boyfriend, but I am still a guy love," he panted as he stroked the tip of his middle finger in and out of her tightness, her tasty feminine juices glistening of his finger, allowing him to drive into her firm, deeper, than before.

"As a guy all I heard you say was, don't wear your boxers tomorrow when you come over I want a quick fuck in the basement with my parents' home," he growled deeply into her side her ear.

Her firm curved ass pressing hard against his waist as she jerked backwards to the touch, "Amber . . . you're so wet and tight, just like always," Justin growled, digging his fingers even further into her drenching opening, arching the tips up against the top of her canal. "Fu...ck... so wet, so hot just like our first time," he signed, pressing his lips against the top of her shoulder, licking her soft, tanned flesh.

"It's time... time to get this done before the other members of your family come over." Justin gasped, slapping the tip of his long, thick cock against her ass cheeks, before zeroing in on her small tight ass hole.

"God... yes... yes," Amber whispered, widening her stance, pressing her chest against the headrest of the couch, gripping the ends of her dress tightly in her hands. "Please... Justin... please fuck my ass... bang me hard and rough," Amber growled, biting down on her bottom lip as she waited for her lover, her man to take her up the ass; to ride her into sexual oblivion.