She licked her lips, and began to rub her little pink pussy. She rubbed and stroked her slit, sometimes playing with the folds of skin. She lay back, ...nd closed her eyes. She continued to play with herself, feeling and teasing, until her pussy began to drip. She stuck a finger inside herself, feeling the heat that was being produced inside her legs. She sighed, and reached for the dildo. She brought the head of the fake dick close to her pussy, and rubbed it in her juice. She began to probe it. . UH... UH... MMMMMMMMM...". I felt his dick start to throb, and his hips started to pump up and down, and the next thing I knew I had another handful of his jism. I scooped it up, then straightened up, putting my slimy hand around my own dick, and started pumping hard. In only a few seconds, the pleasure welled up, then welled up more, then I felt my own release as I pounded out another load of semen, once again all over Mike. The pleasure was taking me away, and I pumped my stuff about. She stood before him in her underwear, and his eyes were darting about, taking in all of her. Her womanly curves, the black silky briefs and bra – both edged with just a hint of green lace, to match the dress – and the way it contrasted with her porcelain skin and deep red hair. He sighed as he looked at her, and saw the rush of blood flow to her cheeks as if she was embarrassed at this appraisal of her. She stepped lightly out of the dress, still wearing the black heels she’d come in, and. .. he went down on me. I asked him what he was doing. He told me to just lay back and enjoy. And I did. After sometime he got on top of me and entered me. He fucked me slowly and for a long time. All the while this man kissed me and whispered to me how wonderful I was and how good I felt. And I felt the same about him. After he came in me, I sucked him until he was hard again and he fucked me again. It was really that day that I realized what I really liked about men . . .their cocks. I liked.