You look over your shoulder. That delicious wicked look you can give. Slowly you take my sticky dick and place it at your flower. I hold my breath.You...push down slowly. Feeling it open and stretch you. You remember to breath, taking it just up to your round muscle but not able take it deeper. Still it is so good. My hands on your hips, I begin to thrust slowly at first. Not trying to ram it deep inside you, just let you feel it going in and out. The sweet slurping sound of my big dick in your. Relax, I mean. Giving them allthe best warm smile I had in my inventory at the time, I started again."First of all, my name is Persephone Chartrand, but you can call mePersey to make things simpler here -- my eight year old niece wasn'tquite able to pronounce my full name and shortened it to that. Needlessto say, it stuck."My purposefully rueful expression at that brought out the laughter I'dhoped it would, further relaxing my charges. "Now we have a little moretime than the other group. Your apology is accepted and I hope you will accept mine.”I nodded. “I need another drink.” I stood, turned and walked to my open window.“Penny.” I looked back over my shoulder. “Would you bring a glass for me too?”“What would you like.”“The same as you.”A couple of minutes later I brought out the two glasses and put one on my table then went to my railings. She still stood exactly as before.“You want me to drink it for you?”“No, give it to me.” The distance between our balconies was about a. I'll do better next time," she murmured. He lifted her as if she were a child to kiss her softly on the lips."Don't worry. You were wonderful, Mandy. I want to fuck you. I want to feel your delicious pussy around my cock."As he quickly undressed her, she never acted shy or embarrassed. She stood proudly before him, displaying her body, letting his giant hands roam the lush territory that'd been exclusively mine."Do you have any K-Y?" he asked. "I don't want to hurt you." I won't need it. I'm.