"No, swallow!" Kyle grinned. "Most girls won't do that, they don't like it."I took Kyle's hand as we started to walk back along the beach. "I'm not mo...t girls." I said with a laugh. "And swallowing doesn't bother me. I kind of like it." What do you want to do now?" Kyle asked as he started his Jeep."Um, I don't know." I said playfully. "I don't think I'm quite finished with you yet for tonight."I pulled Kyle over to me and kissed him. I was horny after sucking him off on the beach and I wanted. She could have pushed his hand away, she could have pulled away from him, but she didn’t. She stood there, locked in a sexual trance, willing herself to leave, but her body defying her mind in every way. His hand touched her soaked G-string and he felt a blast of heat from her desire. “You don’t want me to stop” Jake said. “You’re as horny as an animal in heat woman” His words were deep and forceful. “You want this. No, you need this.” As his hand moved across the outline of her cloth covered. Perhaps, such drudgery is the cause of all vice, that the root of sin is not in the excess, but for the escape from it. But then again, the definition of sin itself did emerge from hallowed halls skirts of supposed divinity and from the wrecks of abuse. But such means nothing while working at Wendy's delivery service, of having to scoot over neighborhoods and earn barely a dollar over each trip over the wage. But any dollar was welcome though Amy, as she loaded up her order for the day; two. She was tight, but apparently enjoyed the feeling as much as I did. Before long, I was into her completely, and began a long, slow fuck. I began whispering into Chelsea’s ear…”Fuck me back, darlin’…make it feel good…fuck daddy good”. Just dirty phrases that I knew would stimulate her mind, and before long, her tight pussy started contracting and squeezing my cock, and she was milking me as fast as her hips could move. She started mumbling back to me…similar nasty phrases…”Fuck me deep,.