I love it. “Come on, fuck my pussy with your tongue!” Her dirty talk was urging me on. I loved how hot and crazy I was making her. I wanted to get...her so out of her mind we’d both have the fuck of our lives. My hard cock was straining in my jeans and it was all I could do to keep from taking it out and ramming into her. Neither of us was interested in being gentle. This was out and out animalistic fucking. I loved how wet and juicy her pussy was and how aggressive she was at getting what she. She was moaning slowly and her breathing was heavy. She was caressing my hair, so as to encourage me to eat her more. She was whispering no one did so beautifully than you do. I licked her clit, smooched it.I gave her few bites on her clit, chewed her pussy. I kept on eating her pussy. I parted her pussy lips to see the beautiful pink cunt, I licked it so well from inside to outside. Her moaning increased and she began groaning, hissing and writhing like a snake.She parted away and took out her. I started to look over to see if someone was coming. Everything was dark and empty. She left my cock alone to put her both hands catching the armchairs. Her breathing was loud. She was panting. Forcing her pussy agains my curved hand that was practically all inside hers. Resting on her arms she start to move frenetically. Pushing so hard. I was so scare that someone was going to see us. Her eyes closed, her signature of biting her own bottom lip, her face was something beautiful... and suddenly. He had a major nylon fetish, so I bought the sexiest, sheerest sleekest ones I could find... they were sixty-five bucks for a single pair (but worth it if it helped him get out of this post-war funk).I squeezed into four-inch open-toed heels, he loved seeing my nylon-clad toes (although I didn't anticipate the heels staying on long), hid my raunchy outfit under a trench coat and drove home.I was already wet when I pulled into the garage and once the door closed, I sauntered... no, scratch that,.