’ He stepped an arms length away. The young woman frowned. ‘You certainly know how to express your feelings like a chick.’ He pointed at himse...f, and said, ‘Tim.’ Then pointed at her. ‘What’s your name?’ After several repetitions, he pointed at her, and said ‘Eve. You can say that, can’t you? Eve.’ When he said, ‘Eve.’ She pointed at herself. Surprised by her comprehension, he said, ‘Tim,’ and she pointed at him. ‘Well, you’re smart enough, anyway.’ When Tim smiled, she returned it. Eve. As Matthew pumped up from beneath, shaft stretching Rosie's lovely cunt, the English girl's buttocks lifted then plunged, lifted then plunged, the air loud with the slapping of fat meat into folds of cunt. This went on for several long strokes until suddenly she felt an entirely new sensation, squealing with unmitigated joy: "Oh God Matthew," she panted. "She's licking my arse."As Matthew pulled her close to him once more, those lovely tits crushed against his manly chest. He glanced down over. Her lithe, girlish form and petite firm breasts were irresistible to me, and she surrendered her maidenhead to me one unforgettable fall evening. She had not been altogether inexperienced. Her boyfriends of the past had enjoyed fondling her above the waist, but she kept them at bay by satisfying them manually and sometimes orally. Surprisingly, none had managed to enter her holy of holies. Fast forwarding ten years, our first daughter had been born and we had settled into a pleasant life of. She leaned her head over me and stared for a few seconds. Then, she opened her mouth and slowly dripped a big wad of spit into my mouth. Despite my situation, my erection was throbbing. I watched her glob descend, felt the sliminess as it hit my tongue and creeped to the back of my throat. “Good toilet,” she cooed. I felt a small pang of pride for pleasing her. My submissive fantasies started to take over. I was enjoying this torment, and that scared me. “You’re lucky, I only have to pee.” With.