Mandy bent again, moaned, and tossed his nails into his thighs. Slowly, honestly, with one hand on the button and the other on the hill, she began to drive through it. Mandy was in the seventh heaven, at least by the way she accepted him and how she had begun to die. She hugged them, pulled herself together, lifted, and suddenly he was on his back. Slow movements determined herself what made her the best, and he finally could use her both hands for her nice shaped butt. As she began to moan more and more, she lost her movements to grace and elegance and began to give them power and energy. She cried, collapsing at him, squeezing abruptly, jerking her up and down with a jerk. She kissed her, and she quietly whispered that she was amazing and did not want it to stop. She slid down and put the pin in her mouth..