He has a white stylish ceramic lamp paired up with this cracked and tacky glowing globe of light, each sitting one a different sized and shaped end ta...le. The loveseat was a torn and tattered light blue leather material that clashed perfectly against light brown carpeting. The Sofa, on the other hand, was clearly refurbished with a brown corduroy material. This was his living room, the rest of his apartment was equally mismatched. He walked straight towards his smallish kitchen and she. "Oh, Becca, I want to kiss you more, um, all over. Let's go upstairs."So, I followed Becca's stunning ass up the stairs watching her pussy lips wink out at me as she took each step. Oh, my, I may die before I get to her room.She sits on the bed and I kneel in front of her."Oh, this is what I want," and I gently pull her legs apart and begin kissing and licking all around her love garden."Oh, Brian, that's so nice. I love you kissing me there. It's so sexy. Can we do each other?"We get up on the. Her eyes open wide and meet mine with pleading need. Forceful pants of exasperated lust puff her cheeks before escaping in little explosive sobs of aching desperation. “Do not cum,” I demand through clenched teeth, “Don’t you dare. You miserable little Slut, don’t you fucking dare.” Just as ‘Slut’ leaves my lips, her sobs become more explosive. She slows her hips out of sheer physical exhaustion so I resume tug-fucking her with her panties. Resume control of the speed, pressure, and tempo of. "I read my daughter's diary. She wrote that she declined your request for anal sex, several times. Sandy is not very sexually adventurous," she said, her free hand opening a few more buttons of her shirt so that more of her breasts were exposed as a mischievious smile illuminated her face. We could hear Sandy in kitchen filling the glasses with ice and setting them on a tray. "Is your cock really nine and half inches?" she inquired. Sandy returned and we sipped our lemonade. The nature of.