As a gentleman he supported most of his weight, pressing me just enough. Our passionate kissing just did not stop. He had no rush about him. Slow a...d deliberate and wonderful. My climaxes were too much to count. My two massive vaginal orgasms were not to be forgotten. As a first for me, they came in rapid succession. Our fingers were interlocked with my arms up completely extended above my head. This brought a lot of his weight down on me and with our mouths locked I felt this flood of. ." As he spoke, she lifted her head. "What's wrong?" I'm sorry," she sniffled, "I'm just so happy," She was beaming throughher tears. "Oh, Zack, I love you so much," His expression was still abit doubtful, but he wasn't showing the same obstinate refusal tobelieve her. He seemed stunned at the idea of a woman crying over him.Crissy shifted, straddling his lap as she kissed him urgently. Thesight, the feel, the taste of him against her whole body wasintoxicating.After a time, Zack gently pulled. She’s so fuckin’ tight. Fuck! Diondre swore, thrusting faster as sweat beaded on his brow. He was lost in her. Her pussy clenched, milking him with each stroke, and he knew he wouldn’t last much longer. He intended for her to come again, one more time before he did, and freed one hand to rest on her mound. His thumb found her clit, and he thrust faster even as he found that rhythm that made her breath catch and muscles clench. Balls slapping against her ass, he felt them drawing up tight to his. I told that I was stunned to see her after so long. And I told her that she had changed which was why I couldn’t find anything to say.She asked me how she had changed.I told her that she had changed her hairstyle, and her dressing style. She used to wear these shirts and stuff that wouldn’t look good on her. That day she was wearing a churidar and jeans. The churidar was pretty tight and it was accentuating her beautiful curves.So she asked me what was so different about her, and I told her.