She wanted it. She wanted it inside her; deep inside her. She wanted to melt around the hardness of his shaft as he fucked her. She didn’t care how ...e was going to fuck her. She just wanted him to take her, fuck her. Or make love, if he wanted to.She felt herself being lifted, her lingerie encased pussy scuffing against the hardness in his pants.As her legs wrapped around his waist, she mumbled against his lips, “upstairs… bedroom… please… need you… inside me.”In the stairwell, she leaned back. I was expecting your telephone call. Thanks for your letter and the Happy Birthday card. It is a nice card and conveys pleasing thoughts.’ ‘I am pleased that you liked the card. It is good to hear your voice, Carol. Is Friday afternoon, a good time to start my visit?’ ‘An excellent time. I already have approval at work for some vacation time on Friday afternoon,’ answered Carol. ‘Wonderful.’ ‘And best of all, my Mother will not be here — she went by airplane yesterday to visit her sister for. Travel through the valley had been uneventful, and the train made good speed. Even though Sheffield was a prime industrial target, it had received relatively little bombing. Julia was scornful. "The Russians have infiltrated cadres into the area and don't want to kill their own! Very caring of Stalin don't you think?"Their passage through the city took on a surreal feel as they looked out on a city that seemed untouched by the ravages of war. After all the devastation they had witnessed, the. I have her juices all over my chin, cheeks and nose, where it's mingling with sweat as her thrusting gets faster and stronger, and her groaning is getting louder. As I feel her about to come I pull my mouth off her pussy to which she screams, "Fucker", but almost immediately I fix my lips on her clit, gripping it tight and fucking it with my mouth. This I know will finish her off, and it does, bringing her to a loud, hot, wet, almost violent orgasm. I can feel wave after wave of wetness pumping.