Ashley’s noticeable reaction confused Steve. He initially thought the detailed story was causing Ashley to turn red face until Brenda leaned over to...him and whispered in his ear… “my husband just started to finger-fuck your girl.. you don’t mind do you?” To ensure she got the favourable answer, she started to massage Steve’s cock through his jeans, bringing it to instant attention. “I .. I guess..” was all he could come up with as he stared at Ashley across from him, looking down at the much. Next, I had to endure the same slow build up on the other cheek. Both stung painfully. Ariadne continued to give me fairly hard blows, then said, “I want you to imagine you’re fucking my asshole and pump even harder.” “Yes, Lady.” I pumped harder, and Ariadne’s smacks eased off a bit, timed to smack me at the top of each stroke when I offered myself to her most fully. My ass smarted, but it was an entirely pleasurable feeling. My cockhead, plunged between her cum-dampened thighs, throbbed and. As he kissed her goodnight, he was already thinking ahead. "What now?" he wondered. "How will this work?"Over the course of four weeks, he experienced the emotional rollercoaster of beginning a new relationship. The careful, tedious process of covering his tracks to avoid being caught took its toll on him mentally, but what transpired within the relationship made it all worthwhile. The two met for lunch frequently, laughing, talking, and yes, falling in love. This was a love he had not yet. It made sucking and licking their balls a very pleasurable experience. I stood up in front of him, moving to straddle his thighs and lowered myself slowly. I moaned in pleasure as I felt my pussy lips spreading around his cock and as I lowered further onto his shaft I throbbed hard onto him. Once he was fully inside me I wasted no time unbuttoning his shirt. We kissed passionately for a while before he pushed me back, so I was lying on his upper legs. Immediately he began teasing my upper body.