I imagined how hairy his ass was, and how I wanted to taste it. His hand slide down my back, so I got on all fours while I sucked his cock. I wanted h...m to think about fucking me. I wanted him to imagine being behind me and thrusting that huge cock into my tight ass. The more I dreamed, the more I sucked, the more he gyrated. I knew that he was going to cum, and again, I didn’t want him to think too much. I peeled my face of his cock, stroking it with my hand. I waited for his head to peer down. .. Rocking back, forth, back, forth... initially following the rhythm of the dildo’s mindblowing massaging, then losing pace as she deliberately sped up the dildo’s thrusts, much of which now concentrated mostly on rubbing the top part, that is, the clitoral area. And all the while the dildo never got inside her vagina as yet; it only brushed up and down along the surface of her g-string panties, which was now deliciously wet. Very, very wet In fact it was so wet that every time the dildo. His "alumnae", as he liked to refer to them,would sometimes even invite him to their weddings and later to thechristening or bar-mitzvas of their adopted children. He liked to takeformer patients to dinner at expensive restaurants (with their husbands orboyfriends, if possible), as though showing them off to the world ? this iswhat I can do. In truth, Dr. Mautner often envied his patients for the lives which, on thewhole, were often fuller and more rewarding than his. Sometimes he. Soon, he gave several loud moans and rammed his cock deep inside and I knew he was cumming. When I had fantasized about getting fucked, I always imagined that I’d feel the cum shooting into me, but the only way I could tell this time was by how suddenly wet and slippery his cock and my hole had become. He gave a couple more slow stokes and then just like that, he pulled out. My knees were shaking. He kindly pulled my panties over my ass and I turned around and sat back down on the bench,.