My cock, however, is still hard and protruding from my khakis. It demands to be deep inside your warm body. I lift my head from its warm cradle betwee... your thighs. Grabbing your ankles, I pull you forward on the hood until you are lying flat on your back. Using your ankles, I spread your legs wide. The view is magnificent. Your feet ar still adorned by your black heels. Your shapely calves and thighs are accentuated by the shiny black stockings. The expanse of milky thigh above the stocking. I pulled his head further back.He was facing the sky, but his eyes were on me. His mouth was open and twitching.His breathing becoming heavy.It was my turn now.I started licking, bitung, and suckingbhis neck.I left a hickey.His eyes were closed now.I started to work my way up.I stopped at his ear.I nibbled on his ear lobe."Who's the bitch now, huh? You're my bitch.You are and forever will be.From now on, your name is Hunter." I growled into his ear."You will get a tattoo later.You will get a. He was always very gentlemanly and never pushy and always thanked the woman with sincere gratitude once his penis had finished ravaging the naked woman’s vagina. Keith also witnessed his dad enjoying Georgina Pankhurst’s mouth around his cock on quite a few occasions and reciprocating with some hard thrusting sex then giving the woman a lovely rub down in the shower. Georgie seemed to take a particular liking to Keith’s father and would seek him out at meal times to sit with him while they ate.. She put out her cigarette in what was left of her drink and reached out to grasp my hand. As she stood next to me she intertwined her arm in mine as if we were skating. She tugged slightly and we were walking out of the bar. Without talking she led me down Washington Street towards my loft. I was just along for the ride. She paused at the entrance and reached into my pocket, grabbed my key and unlocked the door (How did she know?). Once inside she pushed me up against the wall. Her mouth.