Alan divined the issue beneath her hesitation and said, "Here, let me get it." He reached between them, and began drawing the tip of his cock along he... slit. It was soaked; her inner lips had spread open long since. She moaned at the contact, and Alan gritted his teeth - she was piping hot, oily, and wet, and he wasn't even IN yet! He found the spasming opening and held himself there, "Okay."Pamela started backing. Her mouth was open, and her eyes were wild - and every sense was focused upon. It was a typical New York City December evening, raining, cold, andwindy. With rush hour beginning, William knew to get a cab all the wayto the Village was going to be a chore.A drink with Jordan was an invigorating breath of fresh air. While therest of his buddies had gone on to get married and divorced, Jordanremained their Peter Pan. He never seemed to grow up or even age.Sharing an apartment after college had been one of the best times ofWilliam's life.He stepped out from the canopied. Myers,” Leyla purred. “Or spank her, or do whatever you want to my mommy-slave.”“She's yours to abuse,” my husband said, sounding eager to see me punished further.“Please, Mr. Myers,” I said, saying his name as submissively as possible. I turned around for him, letting him drink in my MILF body. I had a mature and sleek figure, my ass curving, my stomach flat, my tits large.He smacked my spanked ass. I gasped, my breasts bouncing before me. The pain surged through me, warming my pussy even. The sensation was completely different from a hard dry digit; this felt like a small live animal was crawling inside her. The feeling was both scary and terribly erotic. The fact that he was willing to stick his tongue in her there drove her desire to fever pitch. She momentarily lifted her face from the delicious cunt and called back to him. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!"His oral digit withdrew from the small puckered orifice and giving it one more lick he moved forward to press his groin to her. Her.