He kissed me and moaned once more as I let my tits dangle in front of him. Then he pushed me down in his spot as he climbed on top of me."Are you sur...?" I asked, surprised that I even cared.He grinned at me and slipped my jean skirt off and into the darkness of the room. Then he took his index finger inside me and let his thumb rub my clit. I knew he could feel how wet I was because then he replaced his fingers with his huge dick. Slowly he inched inside me and within 3 minutes he was. “Everything is going to be alright.” “Just take me home,” I cried. “This has been a really tough day.” “Alright, let's go,” Bobby replied. Bobby stared at the road ahead of him as he drove. He remained silent. I knew I had to say something. I had to tell him how I felt. Becky would make her move on him soon, and I couldn't allow my heart to get broken. However, I couldn't muster up the courage to vocally express my true feelings. Suddenly, I had an idea. I slowly lifted my miniskirt up, showing. The sensation was overpowering. His heart thundered. Flames of passion shot up his cockshaft. He swallowed hard. He had never felt anything as snug gripping his cock before in his life. The opening to her pussy was like a rubber band wrapped around and around his cockhead a dozen times. He thought he would shoot his load instantly. Tess’s mouth fell open as Jeff fucked his cockhead in and out her tiny cunthole. She gasped as she felt the huge knot of his prick slip in and out, stretching. I had ignored Ians text messages for nearly 3 weeks, i would have changed phones but it was a company one. It all went quiet for a couple of weeks and Bob and i settled into married life. A couple of sessions making love, at a weekend. He got blow jobs, i didnt get my pussy licked. Of all the men in the world i pick one who doesnt like the taste. What he didnt realise was that sometimes what i wanted was to be really fucked hard. He was so tender so considerate, my fault for not telling him.