She withdrew her tongue, lapping his balls, perineum and ass with long wet sweeps. She was soaked, her pussy dripping in fact, she pressed her thighs ...ogether feeling the slippiness of her own arousal, the pressure of her thighs rubbing her pussy lips against her clit with each squeeze, she was already spiralling towards orgasm, she held back to enjoy his pleasure. He was slippy, he was opening, she dipped her tongue into his ass one last time and then replaced it with her middle finger, a slow. You have to pull out just like he did." Her son didn't say anything. He was breathing too hard to respond. Diane was standing in the dark room and suddenly realized how turned on she was. She could feel her heat between her legs. She was sweating all over. She felt shivers running up and down her spine. She was deathly afraid her son would smell her so she kissed him on the head, thanked him for the show, and said good night. The next day Diane picked up her son from school and drove directly. It was snowing then, too. It was a Christmas Ball and I was bored, as I often was. I had opened the garden doors, taken a step onto the patio and there you were. You froze me with a glance. I had never seen such beautiful eyes in such a beautiful face. You smiled at me, snowflakes caught in your eyelashes. It was a long time before I took in the rest of you. Your soft, black hair, tied with a velvet ribbon. Your slender body, enclosed all in black. Your long legs in the high leather boots. Your. “Yeah…like that..” He moaned as Louis spread the lube along Harry’s length and suddenly Harry was pulling Louis’ hands away and told him to hold his legs up. Louis complied, his heart stuttering and then Harry was pressing the tip of his cock into Louis, who moaned loudly and squeezed his legs at the stretch. “Jesus Lou, relax or I’ll come.” Harry breathed, squeezing Louis’ hips and he was all the way in, the heat and tightness all around his cock far too much pleasure. Finally Louis relaxed,.