One of his hands finds hers, pulling them up over her head, and those too get pushed against the wall. He continues kissing her, moving his lips from ...er mouth to her neck while his free hand gently squeezes her nipple through her shirt and bra. She stifles a moan from the contact of his lips or hands; he isn't sure. He kisses her neck again, loving the little shudder that runs through her body. "Are you ready for me, nice and wet yet? Do not move your hands."He unbuttons her shirt and pulls. She knew thoughthat if her husband pressed her, she'd confess. . .something deep down inher gut, told her that he would want to watch. A thrill of excitementcoursed through her as she imagined Mike sitting in the corner watchingher get fucked by these two men. "Maybe someday," she told herself.Both men agreed and Susie scooted herself onto the table. The green feltwas a contrast to her pink, toned skin, now full of heat and desire."We've always wondered if this table was strong enough for a. Jesse then entered my apartment. He closed the door and took me into his arms, holding me close. I burst into tears and started crying as he held me and pulled me closer, his strong arms holding me, rubbing my back, soothing me as I cried into his shoulder.He didn’t say a word as he held me. I was sobbing, my body shaking. He moved one hand to the back of my head, stroking my hair. He was so gentle. No one had ever held me like that.After a few moments, he took my hand and led me to my bed. He. Your hands feel so nice and a slut like me needs to get her ass used by different men.” She takes her hand and gently slides it down to your dick. She puts her hand down on your pants and you feel her warm, soft hand slowly stroking your dick.“That feels good. Keep stroking it like that.”“My, my. You’re quite big down there. My pussy is getting wet just thinking about how it would feel inside of me.” You pull her hair back and bury your face in her tits. “Ohhh, fuck! Suck my tits like that..