I slowly pushed up, lifting her body around my organ. Hosi started to rock and soon we were in our rhythm—not just a rhythm, our rhythm. It was some...hing we did whenever we fucked, something we did every day, something guaranteed to raise our temperatures to the boiling point. Faster and faster we went, harder and harder we ground into each other until—at last—we exploded into each other. Hosi collapsed onto me. I gripped her tightly and we kissed again…and again…and again. Finally, she slid. I trace the out line of her light red areolas and tease her nipples. I slowly drag the tip of my finger across her slim hips and down those tender legs to her knees where I follow the inside edge of her legs until I get to the neatly trimmed pussy. Stacy is shaven clean except for a small strip pointing right at the dew covered lips of her pussy. I gently rub my fingers between the folds of her hot dripping pussy, and Stacy’s reaction is immediate. She quivers at the sensation and attention of. "Why don't you come inside and I'll get you something to drink? Are you thirsty? Maybe we can find something for you to do inside huh?" The street remained empty and Dalonda licked her crusty lips apprehensively as she eyed me and my house. Finally some decision was made and she flip flopped over to me and stopped just a few feet away. I could smell her. I don't know if it was her breath or her body but she smelled like shit and sweat baking in the hot afternoon sun. I nearly gagged and. ‘Nothing fancy, none of the speeded up or slow motion screwing I’ve heard the girls and Ginny talking about. Just a straight forward fuck, fast and deep, that’s all I want right now. Later, when we’re sure I’m pregnant, we can try some of the fancy stuff, okay?’ Ray looked down at her, and smiled. ‘Okay, Mom, you’re the boss.’ He lifted his hips, and moved them, searching for her opening. He felt her hand grasp and guide him. ‘There. Now, in me.’ She moaned as she felt him enter her and.