Both of us decided to write our own version, this one is hers. Mine is posted in the ‘Anal’ section under the title ‘In Italia.’ While mine is...playful and sexual, hers is heartfelt and romantic. Hopefully one will appeal to you, if not both. Enjoy! ————— As I walk through the ripe fall air, I take a moment to enjoy the breathtaking scenery: the hazy twinkle of street lights, the reflection of the moonlight on the streets still wet from the afternoon shower, the busy yet casual atmosphere of. "It feels like it took me minutes just to say that."Oh you want to get fucked up do you?" Sir says.Bending forward I pull my cheeks apart and like a dog push backagainst his bulge and grind myself into him. I need him to want me. I feelhis hardon through his pants throbbing away at my ass hole.Then I feel his wet finger trace the crack of my ass from my backdown to my balls. It causes a shiver to run through me. I find it almostimpossible to stand still while his finger probes and softly pushes. Possibly more than one.I wonder how that felt. I kid you not! I don't recall ever climaxing during intercourse. Not with my ex-husband that is for certain. Only time I was assured of an orgasm was with my own hand and that caused me to feel that age-old guilt that my mother had ingrained into me as a pubescent teenager. It felt nearly as humiliating as if waking next to a stranger I thought grimly.Both hands slip up beneath the duvet to my breasts and held them tenderly. Obviously they had been. I was fucking a milf in the ass for the first time and it felt good. It felt so good that I came under 2 minutes while fucking her tight asshole, as I couldn’t hold any longer. I was disappointed as I wanted to cum in her face.I was hard again in under a minute but since I had just cum it took her a good 10 minutes of oral action before, I came on her face. By then, I was exhausted but happy. She said she would recommend me to any one of her colleagues if at all I had a eye to someone. I.