“Denise, I've missed fucking you. You’re pussy is so tight. I wish you were marrying me today.” "Don't say that. Just fuck me!" Michael grabbed ...enise’s hips and pushed his eight inch baton in and out of her bald pussy. They were both making all kinds of noises while he pounded at her cunt. “Fuck!” Michael was pulling Denise’s hips so he could fuck into her pussy hard. He would take his cock all the way out and then jam it back into her wet pussy. Her pussy was warm and wet while he fucked. He had gone without that knowledge or conviction for far too many years."I hear what you're thinking, dude, and I'm all for anything that will help to put me back on top. If you have a better way to make it happen, or a quicker way, I'm willing to listen. Anything you come up with has to include having me getting to be the world champion. That is the goal I've been training and working for ever since I was twelve years old. That's my dream. It's all that keeps me going." We need to take off. She allowed her hands to maneuver over the muscles in his back. The heat that seemed to be emanating from both of them nearly overwhelmed Brook. The steam and rush of the water heightened the sensations that they both were feeling. Brook’s desire was all-encompassing. She wanted to kiss his entire body but had to satisfy herself with wrapping her arms around his neck and tasting every inch of his neck. He groaned and began to grind his pelvis into her with a ferocity that he could not seem to. I got in the shower and hit the button, as the water streamed down on me and brought me back to life, I leaned against the tiles, they felt cold against my skin. More scenes were flickering through my mind now: Out of the taxi. Queuing up outside. Oh god, did I really grab hold of my cleavage and push it towards the doorman? No wonder he just smiled and stepped aside to let us in without another word. Embarrassing! In the club. In the dark, with the neon lights and the music pumping through me..