Paul lay down and Karen held his cock as she got into position to sit on it. I was shocked again at how long he actually was. Karen placed his cock in...ide her and began to bounce up and down on him. Her tits bounced around until Paul took them in his hands, massaging them while she rode him. I had a perfect view of her pussy lips running up and down his shaft as she ground down onto him. Her eager snatch took every inch of him in. She always got tired fucking this way quite quickly, and Paul. My dick feels left out but is throbbing at her helpless and exposed position. I know I could force myself on her but I wait.I move across her so that I’m lying alongside and release her hands. She immediately starts searching out my dick. I jump as her cool hand connects with my dick-head, once located she grasps it firmly and starts pumping my shaft. I desperately want her to suck my dick but I don’t know this lady and I’m not about to risk not getting my leg over. Sliding my hand from her. He didn't pull me in close, he held me lightly and he seemed to glide around the floor. He was a very good dancer. Without realizing it, I was drawn closer to him, my body lightly rubbing against his. My head came only to his chest, my breasts rubbed against his mid section. Then I felt it. It was hard, it was pressing against my stomach. Yikes! It was his penis, his erect penis. I was sure of it.I pulled back, not recoiling but just a reflex. You don't feel the erection of strange men. He. Clare smiled. Woven-colored lines decorated the striking black micro skirt, demanding tall boots. Her black merino wool sweater allowed the skirt to shine. Associated with her dreadful whipping from him, it didn't taint them. Indeed, her outfit wasn't an accident.“You whipped me for my arrogant attitude and abominable language. I appreciate it. In this outfit, I neglected to bring you coffee, ignored you and lacked professionalism.”“True,” he said.“I can't condone my unprofessional conduct..