Then back to her vagina lips as if drawn irresistibly by a magnet.I brace myself for pleasure. I spread my legs. I lay Melissa on the bed by my side. ... run my finger tips over my balls and imagine Melissa’s fingers running through my pubic hair. I finger the head of my penis and imagine its Melissa’s lips sliding over my soft, so sensitive flesh. “Melissa!” I grunt “Want you!”I wrap my fist round my shaft. My eyes lock on Melissa’s vagina lips. I begin to stroke up and down: rhythmic, riding. His deed soon was accomplished and he outlet a sigh of pure satisfaction as he removed his gooey member from her reddened vagina and began to smack across the small valley between her fresh breasts, leaving slimy streams of mixed spunk and vaginal crust across her erect nipples like the trails of some sexually vampiric leech. A warm smile punctuated the viscous film of semen on her face. They embraced, further mixing the foul rankness of their bodily fluids, both enjoying immensely the adhesive. “It feels sooo good.” “You like that, don’t you, you horny little boy,” she replied tauntingly. She took her other hand and alternated slamming her hands down the length of his cock. The constant downward friction drove him wild as he grew more audible in his moans. “yes, yes, yes. I love you, Carla. Oh oh oh oh!” She teased the pre-cum out of his swollen mushroom tip. She took her index finger and rubbed the watery liquid across the head. As it flowed, she teased the thin, sensitive skin where. I’ll be done in five minutes.” Clate leaned his head back to look up into her eyes and smiled. “I’m enjoying your company, especially after the night I had.”She returned his smile and left her hand planted under his. “Me too.”He searched her face and explored her eyes. The report was waiting for him, and he knew he should get it done so she could get it to Cross. But he couldn’t. There was just something about her that told him she wanted him too. He had her hand. He had her gaze. And her.