She's wearing a little black nightclubbing dress (as I've seen her wear when we are on nights out) and no knickers. She beckons me over and spreads he... legs. Her pussy is wet already. No pubes. She scoots over to the edge of the worktop and spreads her lips with her fingers. She takes my cock in her other hand and guides it between her legs. I feel my cock sliding against the gentle resistance of her pussy, tight at first but she's quite wet already so penetrating her is effortless. I feel her. Turgid. Stiffer than steel. All fiveinches of it.I felt as alive as a person could feel.That night, my visit with Svetlana was different. She still called me'beauty', but this time she didn't tell me I had to make a crossing.This time she asked me if I was ready to make my crossing. Because, andI'll never forget this as long as I live, she added, "It is soon mydarling. Soon. You will make the crossing, and then you will fulfillyour destiny."I looked for my mystery man with a keen eye the. Their window faced the afternoon sun and it lit up the room with a warm autumn glow. Samuel brought her to him curling his arms around her waist. They kissed for a moment then he unbuttoned her cotton, embroidered shirt exposing her smooth white bra. He unhooked the fastening at the back and took it off her. Jane let out her slow trembling breath as her breasts were released. Samuel cupped one of them and traced the upward curve from beneath with his fingers. His thumb found her nipple and he. She had got about half way down when suddenly she stopped.“You okay baby?” I asked, genuinely concerned.“Yep” she replied, through pursed lips. “If it’s too much, just stop baby” I said, trying to help.“Fuck that” She barked back. “I didn’t come all the way down here not to get my arse reamed properly!” and, with that, she gritted her teeth and sank down the remaining half of my shaft in one swift movement until her bum cheeks slapped against me with a squish of lube as she did so. She let out.