Who knows what’s on there? I don’t want you getting some mutant vaginal infection or something.”“No, me either. We’ll have to go straight to...the fucking. Lemme think.”“How about I pull your sweats down with my teeth, then you can sit on my lap?”“They’ll hold my legs together. I can’t straddle you.”“Face away from me.”“Yeah, that’ll work. Not a lot of movement, but at least it’ll be something.”“Nkay. ‘ull yourshel’ uh-ward while I ‘ull down onna waishban’.”“OK. Ahh! Gonna fall.”“Uh! Whooh. That. His blonde hair shines in the sun, and his green eyes go straight to my hand that hasnt moved from between my legs. Started without me, huh? Couldnt help it, babe, I say, grinning. He kneels by the stump and pulls me towards him. Pulling my red mesh boyshorts to the side, he begins to lick me. Well, tries to. Peter, for all his other talents, cannot eat a pussy to save his life. Sure, it feels good, but Im not about to cum on his face from his haphazard flicks. To distract him from his futile. She cupped my breast with her free hand as I massaged hers with mine. Our sex rhythms increased in speed and intensity while she kept squeezing and releasing my buried meat until she screamed, "I'm gonna cum inside and out," and her hand blurred as the strings of fresh cum squirted out her tip all over my tits.The sight of her total orgasm combined with her viselike grip with her cunt took me over the edge and I flooded her womb with my creamy semen. We both released our grip on her dick and. It appears I’m in some sort of hospital, everything looks clinical and sterile, my bed sheets crisp, with a frame keeping them off my lower torso, giving the appearance I’m sleeping halfway in a box.Feeling the buzzer to call for a nurse has been left in my hand, I give it a squeeze, shocked and a little frightened at how much effort it took to do such a simple action , being answered quite quickly by a pretty looking female, her uniform complementing her already nice physique.“ Oh, good, your.