I could see the outline of the cock and the balls snug against the cotton briefs. His lips were wet and shiny with his saliva and his beaming smile wa... blinding. He was leaning against the full size mirror, feet crossed at the ankles and knees spread slightly apart. His hands were behind his back, head tilted slightly to the left. I raised myself against the headboard spread my legs and extended my arms towards this dusky brown boy of 18 and beckoned him closer. As he walked towards the base of. Gloria surprised herself at how easily her out of practice mouth and throat adjusted to the size of this tool. No doubt the man thought, given her helpless position, he had power over her. She knew differently. Even though he dictated the rhythm she could tell from the state of his cock, from its response to her clever oral skills that really he was at her mercy. She sucked and felt the heat and tension build in his tool. His meat muscle had a life of its own. It quivered and throbbed against. It splashed out and aligned itself with the sticky juices inside of her own pussy. "Oh yes, Mr Andrews... I can feel your cum inside of me... give me more... I want more of your cum, Mr Andrews!" Tiffany groaned out.I pulled back, and thrust once more. "Fuck yes.....!" I called as I penetrated her wet cunt once again, and felt the second wave of cum spewing out of my cock and into her cunt. My own body shook gently from the orgasm that was ripping through my body, as I held my breathe and offer. Often, I have noticed, tall girls develop a kind of hunched posture as if they were trying to make themselves seem shorter, but Rithika walked with her shoulders back and in light steps.She leaned over the rail and inhaled deeply of the evening air. Turning to me again, she took her glass of KF and sat in one of the two cushioned chairs on the balcony. I took the other and relaxed back. This was nice. Just two friends having beer in the fine evening air. She asked about my week and it gave us.