All the wet sounds, your inability to move, how hard my cock is, you love it and I can tellI sit up and pull out and there is a loud pop as you releas... suction. Ughh. I slap each of your cheeks twice and each time my cock bounces off. Ughh. Hot! I reach back and cup your pussy through your red dress. I can feel your heat and moisture radiating though. God you’re turned on. So am I. I lean back to your face and start kissing you sensually and slowest move to your neck, kiss to the other side of. To be honest with you, I don't know what I was doing with myself at this point. I know I was wet and completely aroused. I think I may have been touching myself a little, but I didn't want to cause any more motion than I had to. After all, I could touch my pussy any night I wanted to, but tonight, I was only interested in hers.Her legs were together, I remember that. I was only able to get one finger between them to rub her there. I slid it back and forth for at least a minute or two before I. Breaking the kiss I raised up slightly looking into her beautiful face. She looked at me and then said the words I had waited eight years to hear … “FUCK ME”. No other words were necessary and as I looked into her eyes I began dragging the head of my cock through her sopping wet gash. I could feel her velvet rose petal pussy lips flowering open for my cock. I settled my cockhead into her lips and while barely moving I centered it on the entrance to her pussy. Deanna settled her bare feet on. "I shouldn't have put you in this position. Last night, while you slept, I tried to go through scenarios of how to end our friendship, continue our friendship, and I even entertained the possibility of trying something else. I mean, I was wracking my brain for hours."Morgan was filled with hope at the thought of having a real relationship with Christian and loved that he thought he could have one with her, too, but she still felt a ping of pain in her chest. He could still choose to leave at.