Her stomach and shoulders were shining, but his eyes didn’t linger on either of these very long. Once he saw her stomach he looked lower, as all men...will, to her hips and thighs. He distantly heard her ranting in orgasm, the memory of the night before poking its way through his reality and making him even harder as he returned his eyes to hers. He saw her look up to meet his look, but her eyes had obviously been on his cock. He smiled and stepped towards her, leaning in to kiss her as he felt. I lean forward resting my chest on her back, I reach down between us positioning my cock at her slit. I wrap my arms around her grabbing her breasts for leverage. I push, she pushes back. She feels the sore bruised tissues of her pelvis caving in. I keep pushing and she knew I would soon be buried deep inside her again. She didn't see how I could ever make it and it is hurting. She screams, as my big cock moved a little. The tip cleared her sore opening, her cunt lips spreading to the side, the. It was glorious fun. He brought her a dozen red roses, her first flowers from a man. He left for his assignment. His parents moved away from the hometown and he lost all track of people he had known. She grew up and met a man and married. He traveled the world and met a woman and married. The past receded into the fog of memory. She kept the roses pressed in a book. Occasionally she would open the book and see the faded red roses and wonder. Occasionally he would remember the wild passion, the. But sometimes, nothing can beat the taste of the real deal, the real fleshy dick. For her, even if she a good relationship with her girlfriend, it interested her to feel the ‘real taste of man’.“Hmmmmmmmm! Yeahhhhhhhhh! Suck my Dick!”“Hmmmmm… good!”And then, there were two ladies buttfucking two men with their fake cocks. Both in all fours and facing each other to kiss (and this is what they were doing), the women dominated the action and tamed their male lovers, spanking and gripping with.