Die Bluse rutschte hoch und entblößte ihren Nabel. Sie zog langsam den BH unter der Bluse hervor, hielt ihn einen Moment lang hoch, bevor sie ihn au... den Boden fallen ließ. An den geweiteten Augen und der Beule in seiner Hose sah sie, daß der Unbekannte erregt war, und aus irgendeinem Grund wirkte dieses Wissen erregend auf sie selbst. Als er ihr mit heißerer, belegter Stimme sagte, sie solle auf die Knie gehen, seinen Schniedel herausholen und ihm erst einmal einen blasen, spürte sie, wie sich. There were fifteen certificates of awards with the same name, Joe Reynolds. Forty minutes later she saw her car back out of the garage, the mechanic walking into the office, handing the keys to Joe. "While I was fixing her car, I noticed some items that need to be taking care of soon. I made a list on the repair order for you," the mechanic told Joe. "Thanks, Dave, I will go over what you wrote," Joe replied. "You’re ready Miss or is it Mrs. Harding?" Joe said as he walked up to her. "It's Miss. I did decide that she wouldn't experience sexual satisfaction at all, ever!Same result, this time because she was frigid she didn't have the boyfriend who helped her revise and understand the university course work, usually while they were in bed after a long fucking session.I went back again. This time I made her vagina loose, very loose.I bet you're thinking 'same result' aren't you?You're right. She was so embarrassed after her first boyfriend said fucking her was like waving a savaloy in. Letting the shaft linger inside for four long seconds. (It felt long!) Feeling her vaginal muscles tightening around it. Welcoming it. Savoring the pleasure, closing her eyes, moaning “Oh– OH! Oarrghhh” and finally sliding it out again. Squelch. Varrrt. Drip, drip, drip. “OHHH–” Pushing it in! “Oaahh–” Pulling it out. Gently. Upwards. “UHH–” Pushing in! “Oaah–” Sliding out. Gently. Downwards. SCHLOPP!! Squelch... SCHLOPPPP!! Squelchh... “Harder… harder baby,” she mumbled softly. In! Out. In!.