“Cum for me baby, cum..” before he could finish the demand, she cried out, pushing against him as he felt his hand fill with her hot cum. “That'... my girl...” When she leaned against him, breathing heavily, he took her hand and led her to the bedroom. In the bedroom, he kissed her, hard, letting her feel and taste how greedy he was for her body. She tipped her face up to his and reached up to wrap her arms around his shoulders, pulling him even closer as they kissed, eyes open, tasting each. Her slender, youthful body was straining to contain the fat nine inches of shaft that was grinding into her, and the thought of stuffing the rest of my prick into her was daunting.But something had happened to Stacey - her eyes had rolled back in her head, her eyelids flickering frantically as she thrust against me, her back arched, hungrily seeking more. Her tiny pussy was spasming rhythmically, and every time it relaxed another slick half-inch pumped into her. Deeper. Harder. I gasped - this. "don't laugh, we were so miserable, even sex was lacking. We could touch and kiss, but we could feel an empty place."I say in a smug voice. "We need to get married." My men missed me."Yes." Nimrod agrees, he squeezes me down on him once more. "Up girl," he is all business now as he smacks my bottom. " you are cutting off my circulation." Right." I dismount him, climbing out of the bed, I start looking around from my robe."Um." Nimrod clears his throat. "Saul has it."As I look around the bedroom. I sense you concentrating on self-control, to keep from bruising my slim body. Watching, I see your head slip lower. Then, oh heaven, I feel it as well: your mouth, soft but hungry, seeking and finding my vulva. My lips against yours — it seems almost poetic. My scent working as a better aphrodisiac than any wine or chemical perfume ever known, and you kiss me yet more urgently, sucking and nibbling. Your tongue inches out to find my slit, and moves up and down it’s entire length, pleasing me.