Fuck mommy...fuck your mommy...good boy...good boy..." Candy's tits jiggled and bounced with each thrust, almost hitting her chin. Kevin's cock felt...like iron. It felt like granite. It felt like a diamond rod. She could very well have been getting her pussy destroyed by a piece of industrial equipment. He was a machine. His fucking was rhythmic. It was perfect. She felt like she was being used. She felt like she was a "thing" that he just wanted to cum in. She felt like he could cum. In my country, most people have brown eyes, as is fitting for the desert. Your eyes are special, and whenever I see green now I am reminded of you and our sensual night on the train. Somehow, we stopped staring, and muttered greetings. However, something had passed between us. Was it electrical?You told me later that you had been travelling alone for three weeks, and that my mere presence in the compartment made you aroused. Who knows, I felt it too, and it was a special feeling, one to be. .what?" she prompted with a lazy grin, knowing how he reluctant he usually was to tell her what he wanted directly. Quinn arched his hips, the tip of his cock hitting her clit spot on and making her jump with a gasp. "Please Mistress I- I want to be inside you," he whispered, giving in under the force of the lust raging inside him. Victoria smiled, reaching between them to grasp his cock. She angled him down slightly, easing the dripping vise of her cunt down on him at an agonizingly slow pace. Still feeling exhausted from last night’s festivities I follow the scent of bacon into the kitchen. There Betty was with a short robe preparing breakfast. I broke the silence by saying “ I enjoyed you last night. Was reality better than your dreams you told me about?” “Just a sample” she said as she turn putting her arms around my head and with a smile nodded. Then she said “I hope that last night was not just a one night stand. I hope you are not one of those black men who can tease a older.