His hands moved down and lifted up the back of my shirt to above my hips, then cupped my ass with his hands. He kneaded and squeezed my cheeks while I...ran my hands through his hair. I could feel him growing in his boxer briefs, his hardening pecker tickling my tummy.Suddenly, he lifted me up and sat me down on the counter. It surprised me so much I screamed a little, then laughed before he started kissing me again. He scooted me forward so that I was just barely able to hold my position on the. Her eyes seemed to roll back in her head from the effort. Her face was contorted in a tense grimace of passion that made Curt's temperature rise higher and higher just to look at her. She wasn't his daughter anymore -- nobody's daughter could look so erotically depraved. She was a beautiful hunk of hot young femininity just dying to have her cunt fucked and loving every stiff stroke he could shove down her quivering, hungry little hole. And he was just the man to keep it up till he got his nuts. I stared at our matching gold wedding bands as I pushed back against his thrusting body."Fuck me, Dale," I panted.Dale's mouth moved up to the base of my neck on my right side. He nipped the sensitive skin with his teeth, then sucked it into his mouth. He clamped down and sucked hard. His hips slapped loudly against my body. He hammered into me hard and fast. I could feel his body tensing and I knew he was getting close. His right hand slid down my body and wrapped around my throbbing, dripping. Emma amazed me; mind, she always did in that little black number. What is it about little black dresses that make a woman look so sexy? What's the line "Sex on Legs?" Well that's what Emma looked like that evening. Bugger she never looked that sexy when we went out together; but then, she knew that probably I would've got jealous of the looks she was getting from all the guys in the club.It didn't take long for the guy to invite Emma to dance. Emma loves dancing, usually to fast numbers, but.
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