He could see the bright red mark on her ass cheek from his hand. He let out one last, forceful blow and she screamed out softly. “Alright, dear one,...I think you’re ready to fuck.”He didn’t bother trying to move her, as she was quite locked into position. The desk provided a good access point for his cock though, allowing just enough height to penetrate her. Lola’s pussy was very wet as her partner teased his cock around her opening. He loved in when she was this wet - it made for an excellent. "Looks like she's getting back to normal -- that's good!" We sat down and looked at the menus we'd been given. "What's souv, souvl," Souvlaki?" Yeah, I guess, is that how you say it?"I nodded, "It's marinated pork or chicken pieces, wrapped in pita bread, with tzatziki sauce on it." She gave me a blank look. "Tzatziki sauce is yoghurt with real finely chopped cucumber and mint leaves, and a few other seasonings in it. It's really good, too. Told ya this place was kind of a fusion -- southern,. She loved the way a man's thighs quivered and jerked as heneared orgasm; she loved the way his hips bucked; she loved the way hiscock lurched and strained inside her mouth or her ass as he lostcontrol and began to spurt his thick, warm, viscid semen over hertongue, her palate, and the insides of her cheeks or deep into herrectum. She'd always felt this way about an erect, circumcised penis,even when she'd had no breasts and her round buttocks lacked theirpresent fullness and depth, as, of. But normally, - and against my better judgement - I was taking them out for a meal or a to a show. Not that I ever enjoyed having Christine around the house, regretfully Christine and I had what is often referred to as “history”; but over the years I’d learnt to tolerate her for Katie’s sake.I suppose this would really be a good time to explain the animosity between Christine and me, and how I eventually finished up being married to her sister Kate.I’d first run into Christine a few years.