"Oh, no Jack, not like that," Chantelle told me. "I want you to suck them hard! Be rough with me, my husband is the one who does the tender loving." ...etting more turned on by the minute, I obeyed, and sucked as hard as I could, feeling them become firmer and more erect in my mouth, all the time squeezing whichever one my mouth was not attending to with my spare hand, getting rougher as she instructed, and my own erection getting harder each time she gasped exclamations in French between. His lips moved down to the spot between my neck and shoulder while one of his hands stroked my midnight black hair. My nerves blazed at the feel of his lips there. He smelled my scent, made up of vanilla, dark chocolate, caramel, espresso, Dove soap, and pheromones. My arousing combination of scents had turned him on. I then kissed him back. After that, I kissed and licked down from his lips down to his ripped stomach. My hands caressed his body from his face all the way down to his waist. My. I thrust slowly."It feels different this way," she said."Sure, it's a different angle." Oh, that's right. It feels deeper than being on top." Do you like it deeper?" I sure do."I fucked her slowly. She was so close to orgasm a couple of minutes ago that I wanted to give myself time to build up my own orgasm so I could cum close to when she did.Jordan moaned contentedly. I'd even go as far and say she purred. I rubbed her the right way!It was a good solid five additional minutes of fucking as I. His pants already had a good sized bulge in them, and I figured he must have a big cock. I had always wondered. Very slowly, she leaned in to kiss me. Our lips met and we kissed gently at first. My mouth parted and her tongue slipped in. My hands found her hair and I stroked her hair as she kissed me. Our bodies leaned in toward each other and I felt her breasts rub mine. The lace from my bra was teasing my nipples and I could feel hers poking through her bra as well. I slid my thigh up over.