Liz and I were recreationally fucking against the wall in the spare room when she spotted my boxing gloves peeking suggestively from a dusty sports bag. Not used much, due a combination (pun intended) of work and licentious Liz. Something aroused her about these padded adornments; she pushed my hips away, leaving cock dripping with her juice bobbing around like a windsock in a gale and picked the gloves up. "I've seen what's on your laptop remember" as she pulled on the gloves, appearing to delight at some undisclosed intent. "Only one pair?" was a question I had been hoping for since devel… Read more
