Getting into shape

Marcello’s bucking thrusts were now on complete autopilot and, with a scream of animal lust, a jet of hot, salty spunk flew upwards into Astrid’s mouth and face and down between her breasts where she massaged the thick, delicious liquid into her skin. She sucked and licked the juices like a woman possessed.

“You want me to come round tomorrow?” said Marcello.

“Of course,” said Astrid, kissing him with spunk-soaked lips. “You’re just what I need to get into shape.”