I gently grabbed her wrist to stop her. “Leave it.” I whispered. She smiled again, and then I let her hand fall, when it did she grazed my nipple,...which immediately stood to attention. She ran her tongue across her lips, swallowed what was left in the glass, and sighed.“What is it?” I asked her returning my hand to her thigh.“Well you've been so nice to me, and I'm staring at your chest.” She was close to tears, OK the dose was taking her in the wrong direction, I had to bring her make to my. And I never wanted this to end: the feeling of his hot cock rushing inside me, throbbing there for a briefest of eternities, and then creating a vaccuum as it withdrew, only to return a split second later, rushing by my love pillow, as I was thinking of my prostate, because I couldn't think of the actual term. Real words, the real world didn't exist any more, just my ass, his penis, and this overwhelming feeling of love, lust, desire and pleasure. And then he froze. I could feel his dick. ’ ‘But I just got here, Baby,’ he protested. ‘Wouldn’t you like me to wash up first?’ Jon felt her soft wet lips press against his, her breath brushing over his cheek. He crushed her body against his, her trim almost petite frame blending to every line of his. As their lips parted and their tongues touched, his hand swept down over the firm curve of her butt reaching her thigh and pulling her leg upward slightly, enough so that she could press her smooth mound against his stiffening manhood.. Aaaaaaaaaah! Deeper. Deeper. Go deeper. Oh shit. I love your dick. Keep it inside me. Oooooooooh!’ Moving out here was a good idea. The rest of the neighborhood would certainly know me better after tonight. I was getting tired but my dick wasn’t done yet. My dick was in Cynthia’s ass all the way. The love for my dick continued and Cynthia couldn’t get enough of it. Her dirty talk got my dick rolling and stayed hard giving her all the pleasure she so desired. ‘Fuck that ass’, she said, ‘fuck it.