She was lost in the details of the words as he pulled the rig into the farmyard, up next to the machine shed, and shutting it down. He would usually h...ve power washed it after finishing up, but his main goal was to get in and grab a shower to rinse off the layer of dirt covering his clothes and body. Besides, he thought to himself as he walked to the house, the rain coming in will wash the old girl down a bit and make my job a little easier in the morning. He walked in the backdoor and headed. She’s lost in her own pleasure, head writhing arms rising to push back against mine. And I can’t wait to lose myself in her. So I push, a little harder with every thrust. And it builds. First a little pressure, then a little speed. I want to feel the whole of her, everything she has to offer, all she can take. The build up begins. My cock, already as stiff as can be, feels more rigid as it is stroked by her and propelled by me. I lean down fully now, my body entirely over hers, a kind of. Cheryl humped and groaned. “Hands! Tits!” she ordered. I grasped them again and squeezed the nipples between my thumb and forefinger. “Yeah! Good!” she wheezed. “Tell me,” I directed. “Okay. Close. Do it!” I relaxed my control and let the urge build up again. My thighs burned and I let out a groan that matched Cheryl’s long, quavering moan. I had to grin. This was the one thing that truly delighted me; the fact that we could manage to climax at the same time. “You know why I like it like this?”. It should be soft enough to melt in your mouth." Okay, you're quitting grad school right now and becoming a chef." Wait until you try the food. You might want me to stay in school." I brought out the dishes, soup, and rice bowls, and we fell to with vigor."Seriously, Jordan, this is really good!" Glad you liked it." You sure you don't want to do this for a living? Master chefs make more than scientists." They most likely do. Still, I can't do this on a regular basis. I can manage nutritious and.