My drained and deflated penis squashed against the delightful pliancy of her buttocks. One arm was trapped beneath her neck, and the other held beneat... her own arm and resting on her breasts. Our legs were twisted like a plait. For several minutes I enjoyed the smell of her hair and the rise and fall of her chest with her breathing. Then very gently I worked my arm out from beneath her, and shuffled back a little, watching the play of shadows along her spine darkening as they filled the space. Needless to say they weren't paying the rent and you were starting to wonder if you should quit while you still could. Nothing promising was coming out of it.Until today that is. You had decided to see if Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield were doing anything exciting today. The two young actors, while hating the paps like yourself, were generally polite about their displeasure. Plus they were a hot item and always good to snap photos of. So you checked the interwebs, searched through social media. Finger fuck me like your heart is directly connected to mine, Kirk," she moaned, angling her head up slightly and placing one hand on the back of my head. "Contaminate the bed with my juice until it is stuck inside the fibers of the mattress, sheets, and your comforter. Just don't let Tara know who it belongs to, just make up some other chick. She doesn't need to know that you got with me, but we'll always know. You'll remember everything, and so will I, but don't worry, I can keep a secret,". Your hands are entangled in my hair as you kiss me, tongue fucking my mouth expertly.My knees are weak, there are so many delicious sensations happening at once I am glad you are holding me up against the door for fear I would crumple to the floor.Your hands slide down and cup my breasts through the fabric of my top, kneading them and seeking out my erect nipples. You pinch my nipples through the fabric, eliciting a guttural groan from the back of my throat as you continue the sweet assault on.