His hands resting on Moriah's immaculate ass. Moriah broke the kiss and pulled the man over to the couch, she seated him and then quickly positioned h...rself between his legs. She fussed with the button for a few seconds before freeing the man's cock, which was already rock hard. Moriah quickly went to work on him enveloping his manhood between her luscious red lips. I watched as my girlfriend's head bobbed up and down on this strangers cock. I found myself starting to stroke my own dick again. In the locker room, shimmying out of her dress, Vanessa started to shake. Her knees felt weak, like the first time she'd been under live fire. She'd wanted Clay for as long as she'd had an inkling of what it meant to want a man. It had always been a fantasy. Too many obstacles had been in the way. When she'd been fourteen and he eighteen, the age gap seemed insurmountable. At twenty-two and twenty-six, it was no big deal. Clay had been her sister's boyfriend, then ex-boyfriend, but her sister. She started touching herself. She was standing with her legs further apart than normal. She started running her hands over her hair, and then down to her breasts. She opened her jacket, and put both hands on her right breast, squeezing it, massaging it, and slowly moving it up and down. She put her other hand on her left breast, as if to offer them to me. Then, she reached down to the hem of her skirt, and pulled it up enough so she could reach her pussy. She went under her panties, and up her. However, on that night, we were back to being young whipper snappers flirting and touching and no doubt wishing we could rip each other clothes of there and then! I remember how your hand had been slowly moving up my thigh as the drinks had flowed. By about 10.30 your fingers had been lightly brushing my cock and you had that look in your eye that told me that I was in for a treat! As usual you were looking amazing but that night you’d taken sexy to a new level! I remember you outfit well! It.