Some spit, dripping down the sides of your mouth I pull the back of your head towards me to kiss you.You keep stroking my cock, and I pull your head a...ay from my mouth and back down onto my cock, my right hand moves to your pussy and starts to play as my left hand forces you down my cock and back up again. My fingers in your pussy are getting soaked as I can hear you moaning on my cock it feels like your getting ready to cum and so am I push you down completely, hearing you gag I start to cum,. She wasn't wearing a bra and her nipples were already hard and erect. “Fix the sofa so it reclines. I want your body pressed against mine as we masturbate.” Halfway up the stairs, she stopped and turned back towards where I was standing, caressing my cock slowly as my arousal slowly seeped away. “I'd really like it if you would call me Liz from now on. I mean...if you would like to.” I twisted the sofa around so it faced the TV straight on and pushed both sides back into a fully reclining. ‘What the hell’s happening?’ he murmured, as he lay back on the couch, as he allowed me to wank his dick with one hand as I cupped his balls with the other, ‘That feels fucking amazing, Pete, don’t stop.’I slowly stroked his hot, hard dick. It felt enormous compared to my own; the sensation of holding it was intoxicating.I slid my hand up and down his cock, the head was swollen and purple, he was cut, like me, and the skin was tight under my fingers, the veins standing out. He was carefully. And a chance meeting between myself and her at the supermarket led to one.She was dressed in her habit, and me, wearing a Metallica t-shirt and ripped jeans, made quite the odd pair. I convinced her to come back to my apartment so we could talk. She seemed nervous, but also felt her desires as well. I drove her to my apartment, and we talked for a bit. And we somewhere in the conversation got on the topic of sex. We glanced at each other, and began to kiss, slipping our tounges in each others.