Almost begging me to fuck you, I resist and bending your legs, I position your feet under my shoulders and I run my hands around your legs up and to y...ur sweet pussy. I carefully spread your sweet pussy lips open and trace my hot tongue up and down the length of your sweet pussy, savoring your sweetness. I reach under you and grab your hands, locking you into position, I suck your clit into my mouth and start to hum as I suck and nibble your clit. I take my other hand and shove two of my. Sitting back down on my lap, she slides down over my cock until it is deep inside her sweet box. Placing her feet on the floor, she raises up and starts to squat up and down faster and harder. As she is bouncing up and down, I reach under and slip my finger into her hot wet ass. She goes wild, bouncing and riding me like a bare back rider on a bucking horse. She starts to cum again and I am flooded with her juices. She stands up and lets me slip out of her. Turning around she gets on her hands. In bed that night she held me with a tenderness unusual for her. I lay awake thinking for the first time about what I could do for the next month. I’d always believed that I had a great novel in me: now my employers had given me the window of opportunity to get down to writing it. And when I was a kid I’d shown some talent for art. I’d always thought the East River view would look great in a watercolor, or maybe a pencil sketch. I decided that CNHP hadn’t stabbed me in the back: in reality. He rubbed over her pussylips and up to her clit. Gently massaging through her panties, his hand pressed on her clit and stroked the whole sensitive area. Before Sylvia knew what she was doing, she had thrust her cunt onto the man’s hand. Another moan shot from her throat. Growing ashamed of herself, she tried to stay in control of her body’s desires. She forced herself to remain still. It was hard to do with Coach rubbing her clit. Before many more seconds had passed, the slut was again.