I want to fuck you from behind. I want to pound that married cunt and make you cum harder than your husband ever has.”“Yes!” she moaned, her voi...e so thick and throaty.That made me smile. My futa-cock throbbed. I was so ready to tear up her pussy. To ram into her and make her cum hard. It would be incredible to make her howl. I licked my lips, my futa-dick throbbing and aching. She went to the desk and bent over it. Her rump aimed right at me. It was such a naughty sight to witness. My. "How does Leslie deal with this?" I asked myself, looking around for a clue. Within several minutes I had found the solutions to both problems. A scrunchie on top of the dresser let me put my hair into a pony tail so that it wouldn't get in the way. And in another drawer I found an athletic bra, though I wasn't quite sure about it at first. Taking the top off of the jogging suit, I hesitated at the bra, looking at it nervously. The thought of what was underneath it, what I was actually going. The figure lay, one leg out, eyes covered hair covering all except the outstretched leg. Across the aisle a young man sat, he was a small, but well built, with a gentle face and caring deep brown eyes. He had looked over at the young woman spontaneously through the trip. Her beautiful features struck him. Not that she was ignorant of his presence either. A smoke figure appeared next to him,, some similarities to the Greek Messager god, Hermes. Thin, with soft, if not boyish features, but an. “Oooh Jesus yeah, don’t you dare stop you bastard, it feels fucking amazing.”Her words make me up my efforts, I’ve never done this before, my wife’s sex is so tight, but Jo seems so much looser. I manage to force my thumb in alongside my fingers and fist her roughly. She is loving it, grunting and groaning in time with my thrusts.“Don’t stop, fucking fist me harder, harder, Luke.”I really don’t hold back and my hand is deep in her walls, my other thumb wildly strumming her clit. This does the.