You smile at the grimace on my face as I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling of being masturbated by your titty. You begin slowly swaying back and for...h, using both titties against my dick. First the softness of one breast, then the hard nipple, then the other soft breast, then the hard nipple, then you reverse directions, over and over, rubbing my dick until my balls begin to tingle. I begin to protest. I want you to cum too, not just me. But once again, you put your finger on my lips,. She pulled the covers up over herself as she tried to remember his name. That failed memory was certainly telling. What she remembered clearly was that he had seen in that one lunch what she had not seen in two months of going out with her ex. That he couldn't give her what she was seeking; that she was likely going to be satisfied with something that was good enough for the promise of a safe existence and a caring, nurturing relationship. She tucked the strands of long black hair that pushed. The process continued and I continued to moan, vibrate, feel intense spasms, and my cock was soaked with pre-cum running down my balls onto the towels on the table as tears flowed out of my eyes. I don’t know how long it went on for, but I felt like if it was going to give me a heart attack or my brain explodes, at least I’d die happy.During a cool down, Steve made me quite an offer, “How about we finish this with some real fireworks?” I thought he was offering to make me cum my brains out with. Time and time again I plunge deep within you. The water cushions my actions and washes around our bodies in a maelstrom. You lowers your legs, to increase the pressure on my cock, and wraps them around my waist again. You rolls your hips in response to the piston in your chamber and pushes your clit onto the top of my prick. We try to increase the speed of our motions but the water prevents us from moving any faster. The slower pace does have its advantages, however. I have the time to feel.