”She stood, walked over and placed her hands on the tiled wall for support. She stuck out her butt, spread her legs wide and looked over her shoulde.... “Quit playing with that cock, come over and screw me till I scream.”I stepped up behind her and in one thrust, was balls deep inside her hot pussy. I grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head back as I began pounding her pussy.“That’s it stud, pound my filthy pussy. Fill me with your delicious cum.”The unmistakable sound of wet skin against. I would gently order Michelle around, like she was there to serve, but I would do it sort of nicely, and kept up the compliments, and the sweet little thing was getting right into it. It was a happy afternoon, we had. Mark was in an especially good mood, cuz he could see what I was doing. He was very well groomed that day – for Mark, anyway – and he wore some new black jeans, which were not faded like his usual shit.At times I would pass behind Michelle, and would go on about how fucking sexy. And now here we are , alone in the still twilight hours of the autumn morning, separated by nothing but the blankets which keep us warm and secure on our beds. Each of us a toss away from each other , resting among thieves and friends alike within the protective confines of these steel and timber laden walls. I imagine myself lowering myself upon you and feeling the warming glow of your being, and tasting the saltiness of your labor ravished skin, as I bathe you with my lips and wrap your soul. “James?” she asked. She must have realized something was going on with me because the moment my erection bulged out enough to be felt by her butt she let off a feint gasp.Alicia turned to me, hand reaching to brush her silky black hair out of her eyes as her other was pressed to my chest lightly, feeling my heart beat at an erratic pace. Slowly, hesitantly, her lips came closer. I encouraged her by bringing my own forward, slow enough to make a glacier seem like a formula one race car. Her soft.