I don’t know if it was because of the way we were walking or the fact that she was hanging on to my arm, but I noticed immediately that we were draw...ng a lot of looks from the people around us. Maybe it was because I usually didn’t go to the mall, or maybe because when I did I was always playing games; in either case I noticed that people were looking my way while I walked with this hot girl hanging onto my arm.“So what kind of things do you like?” Lissa asked as we turned the corner and. Not wanting to be swatted again, I did as Sharon told me. "Very good!'" she praised, "Now turn around, keeping your eyes shut."Meekly, I turned."Ok, put your right arm up and make a loose fist." As I did, I felt a few hangers placed on my hand, the slight weight of them pulling it down a little. "Ok, open your eyes," I was told. I looked at what she had hung on my hand. It was a white poet's blouse with a ruffled collar and long sleeves ending in a double ruffle at the wrist, along with a. He lets out a long moan and hunches over her.“Im assuming you like the way my pussy feels?”“Yes. Very much so.” Dave pants.“Fuck me hard.” She says under her breath, but loud enough so that Dave would hear.Without any warning, Dave starts pounding away, thrusting deep into Deandra, moaning riotously into her ear. She moans back. Dave leans up as is he continues gyrating his hips. Not even 30 seconds in, he could feel sensation of cumming. With each pump in and out of her warm, wet pussy, he. It was not enough anymore to satisfy the physical need, he wanted to see her taken away by her own pleasure, wanted to own that moment of absolute abandon - wanted her to gift him with it. With the strength of the almost visceral chorus of Carmina Burana he lifted her in his arms, bedded her on the satin sheets, covered her body with his. He wanted her to feel the side of his body against her skin, feel the harder planes, the rougher texture as a counterpoint to her own sweetness. Her breasts.