He turns me round and pushes me towards the settee I feel his strong hands on my shoulders I walk fearful of what he will do if I resist he turns me r...und and pushes me on the settee I close my legs and try to curl up but he kneels before me places his hands on my knees and opens my legs exposing me to his gaze I place my hands between my legs to cover myself but when he says move them I do he moves in closer and sniffs a murmur of approval comes from his throat and he looks up to look me in. My bra was next, and when I was fully naked I grabbed his rigid cock and gently guided him further up the couch. When he was fully on the cushion, I straddled him and slowly, so slowly, fed his hardness into me. My bottom was sore and emanating heat, and the contact with his cool skin was heaven. I was fully in control now, and determined to make things last a bit longer than last night's frenzied coupling. I rose and fell slowly and gently, riding his pole, the muscles in my vagina gripping. Jane groaned and instantly began to slide her finger through her sparse silky well-trimmed pussy. Two strokes was enough to release the pent up moisture allowing her to slide a finger deep inside. Her breath quickened and she gasped. Jane quickly found her rhythm and her breathing began to match the stroking of her hand. She knew better than to hold back, Tim expected her to be ready to cum upon his orders. Jane began to roll her hips around as she imagined the cock she was riding. The warm. In college, she had great grades by day and a cock-sucking slut by night. She had some guys she played with regularly and some as a one-time deal. Some she would call over to her dorm, some would call her over and like a good girl, she would willingly oblige. She is yet to tell me how many cocks she sucked in college, she says she doesn't remember, but I think she does. I can't wait to hear about it when she finally feels ready to whisper that in my ear as we are fucking in bed. She has.