Fuck me hard.” Tony dipped his head and brushed the skin of her neck with his teeth. He loved the feeling of this married woman beneath him, surrend...ring to him and their mutual desires. He pressed his length between her legs and against her sex, grinding it back and forth to tease her further whilst he coated his shaft with her juices. “Fuck me, you bastard.” Katherine hissed into Tony’s ear. “Quickly, please.” She added, pleading. She didn’t care about anything else in that moment. The heat. Thelma and I chatted to a Russian couple, the man lusting after my wife’s heaving bosom as she manipulated plates and stuff at the buffet. She wore a loose, filmy, hip length, white top and had left several buttons undone betraying the acres of pale, billowing tit flesh. She was, I know, feeling perky, as she always does after fucking good fucking. Her wobbly bottom was tightly mashed in white, three quarter length jeans, which revealed as always a big panty line. Her feet were in Jimmy Choo. May 20, 2017Dear Ms. Diary, The relationship between Rhee and me changed a bit last night, to say the least. When we were younger, we partook of the usual childhood curiosities about bodies – I felt her developing breasts a couple times when my chest was still plank-like. I remember her breasts being “cool” and soft, yet firm. We also hugged each other in bed and would find after a night’s sleep that one of us was wrapped around the other. However, there were never any overtly sexual. However I was unable to concentrate on my thoughts as this person continued to rub up against me and I could feel his breath on my neck. Every time I moved a bit the person moved with me. I started to become irritated and turned my head around with the intent of being rude and mean to this person as I was annoyed at their behaviour. At the instant I turned my head around on that instant I felt the person rubbing his hurdles against my ass, and that made me even more annoyed and I had every.