Yeah,” Jeff said, “you feel amazing.” The thrusting continued for both of us.After what felt like ten minutes, Cristina pulled her hips away fro... mine and rolled over towards me. She pushed me over onto my back and crawled on top. With my hard cock directly beneath her, she lowered herself slowly onto the head, taking me inside. Her eyes rolled back into her head. “Oh....” she moaned. Every couple of strokes when I was all the way in, she’d press herself down fully with all the strength she. Could you do that for me? You said that you were ready to do anything we asked. My pussy has been stretched and fucked hard and is so sore, could you be a good husband and make it better with your tongue? You’ve already tasted his cum in my mouth, surely it will be better coming from my freshly used pussy. As I stood, I wasn’t sure that I could go through with it. We had spoken about me doing it, but now when it came to the crunch, I just wasn’t sure, but she had played her party I must. I walked backward until I was against the wall. He came close and looked at me in the eyes. He kissed me. It was a deep passionate kiss . There was no tongue and stuff involved because I think I still wasn’t that comfortable. His hand grazed my arm and moved to my waist. He parted the saree and touched my naval. I let back a soft moan.He smiled and moved his hands upwards to my boobs.He gently pressed and squeezed them while kissing me. He then moved to my ass gave me a light spank . I laughed. * Sherri drove her bright yellow Kia Sportage home. It was after 9:30, earlier than she had expected, or perhaps hoped would be a better word, and she was depressed. She was also a little tipsy she admitted to herself. ‘You should have waited and sobered up before leaving the bar’ said her little voice, which had the annoying habit of speaking in the voice of her Grandmother. The above two conditions would have been enough to make the night ripe for disaster, but it was also raining. One of.