Her cunt was a river, awash in its own juices.Giles gritted his teeth, his brow furrowing as his thighs trembled andhis penis lurched inside Buffy's i...paled ass. Orgasm swept through him.His heart beat wildly. He breathed in short, quick gasps. He felt as ifhe were being poured out through his penis, along with the semen thatspurted in thick jets from the smooth, hard column of flesh, deep intothe Slayer's bowels. He shuddered, crying out, and more of his seedspewed into Buffy's depths. For all. His gentle touch soothing my fears and replacing my earlier panicked state with a consuming heat that started and built in a place I thought would remain untouched. Uncertainty caused me to pull out of his embrace, to look into the fiery depths of his caramel eyes. His eyes smouldered with the same intensity I had seen only once before. His hand rose to the nape of my neck as if on its own accord while the other hand lingered at the small of my back. The heat from his hands seeped into my bare. Husband approves" and gave our phone number. Nothing happened and about a week later Jane had got dressed up and we had driven around, gone to a few bars with no success and were on our way home when I said we should go to the toilets with the intention of removing our message as we didn't want to leave our number there for too long. Jane went into the ladies and I into the gents. There was a rather rough looking well built guy in his twenties at the stalls and I could see he was looking at the. We do the whole small talk thing as I ask about your day and you ask about my drive. I do my best to focus only on the conversation. But my mind is constantly drifting. Each time we touch, I have to reposition myself so you won’t see what’s happening in my jeans. I’m determined to be a gentleman today. You begin to tell me more about your work and I’m mesmerized by your lips. They’re the perfect shape and size to wrap around my...fucking hell, I need to concentrate. I do my best to stifle a.