I hit it and hovered there. “Ooh, Daddy, yes! This is so awesome. Your cock is so amazing!”He panted, his chest rising and falling. He stared down...at me, sucking in deep breaths of air. I grinned up at him, feeling his spunk dripping down my face. My orgasm died to a buzzing bliss. But I needed more.“Now you got to fuck me, Daddy,” I panted. I hopped up to my feet, my breasts jiggling in my blouse. I reached beneath my skirt, my glasses dripping with cum. More ran down my face. I loved it. I. I was slowly kissing her soft neck and her ear. I lifted up her skirt and started felling her pussy, it was still wet, worm and slippery. Her lags started to spread as I was running my fingers along her completely soaked pussy. She arched her back towards me, and I could fell my hard cock pulsating against her body. I pulled my hand out and turned her around, I brushed her hair behind her ear, and stared in to her wonderful eyes. She reached over and started kissing me. I lifted up her skirt,. But I never went back. I didn't even take his phone calls. The Law of Anne was back in force.Once was all I'd allow myself. Well, two at the most.The little bottles he gave me had long since been emptied. And yes, of course they never had the awesome power they seemed to have in his magical bedroom. Scents and fragrances can be potent aphrodisiacs. But their main ingredient will always be your imagination.Still, they — and the memories attached — aroused me enough. They brought a lot of joy and. You raise both of your arms up the man’s well-muscled torso and chest, feeling each defined muscle with your fingertips until they come to rest on his erect nipples. You seem to be in a posture of worship almost, kneeling in front of this statuesque man, your reaching arms laid reverentially on his body and your mouth openly accepting the very core of him. I am brought back to a more earthly reality as you start to move your head around and use the inside of your mouth and your tongue to.