His huge barrel chest pressed into her, and when he inhaled, her tits squished into her chest. He swayed above her, tantalizing and exciting her hard,...pointed nipples.Tess pressed her fingers into his ass rhythmically, trying to coax him into working up a good steady pumping stroke. She ground her ass around, flexing her cunt muscles, feeling the size of his cock fill up her pussy tunnel all the more. With little room to maneuver under him, she struggled to press her ass into the mat and thrust. ’ ‘Perhaps we should first trace the author of the story – and I’m nearly certain that Literotica webmasters won’t help us – and perhaps cannot.’ ‘You’re right, but there is another way to act. I don’t think that there are plenty of women named Elizabeth, born in 1876, dead in 1978 after bearing 30 children, in Scotland. Even if some details have been altered, we should be able to trace her.’ ‘How do you know that she was Scottish?’ ‘Paul studied in an Edinburgh boarding school. Even though. This was slow and sensual and full of passion and now my hand was buried deep in my own pussy and my fingers were sliding over my erect clit and i was begining to feel that warm glow deep inside.As the action heated up outside the action inside was building too,my trousers some how had found there way around my ankles and my knickers were down around my creamy thighs,both hands were now working furiously at my own cunt.I had two fingers buried deep inside of myself with one hand the other was. Let me tell you, guys, that I didn’t even know she had an Instagram. Maybe it was because of the age gap. I was never close to my sister and our cousin. I think that’s understandable.Looking at her Instagram pictures, even a slight showing of her skin, cleavage, thighs, and navel was turning me on. I couldn’t help myself and sent her a text. We just had a casual talk where I made sure to call her beautiful.I was hoping to make a positive impact on her, and it looked like I did. We talked a lot.