She gave me a superb blowjob. I was enjoying it but asked her to go a little slow otherwise I would have exploded. The way she was moving her tongue o... my penis! Heaven is the only word to describe it.Now she asked me to fuck her! It was time I fucked my chachi! I went on top of her and tried entering into her. She wasn’t very tight, maybe all the licking and finger fucking had lubricated her by now. I entered into her with a strong push n went on pumping into her. She pushed forward every time. She slipped one hand down her panties and started finger banging herself. Her other hand cupped his balls as she gently put them in her mouth. At that moment she looked up and saw him grinning at her in astonishment.She smiled back, got up off her knees and whispered in his ear, "I betcha never been sucked off by a pornstar before, have ya?"He nodded 'No,' as she went back to tonguing ever inch of his johnson. He then reached over her head, running his hand down the arch of her back, admiring. My right index finger hooked her blouse at her plunging neckline and I pulled it down. Her right nipple popped free and I wiggled the neckline until I could see her left nipple. Both nipples were engorged and I smiled, “Wearing any panties?”She smiled back and started to answer, “Nah, that’s what I was trying to tell you.” She had remembered what she was trying to tell me earlier in the evening before her mom had come down. Her eyes grew big and she started to giggle, “My mom found your boxers. Was Carl Cox on? Was Judge Jules, Paul Oakenfold, Ferry Corsten, Armand Van Helden? Was it going to be blinding? Or cheesy? Or hard? Or trancey? Who fucking cared? The rain beat down gently, softer than the music, barely noticed on the sweat that already had her hair sodden and damp and lank and sticking to her bare skin. But not for long. Just a shower. Thank fucking Christ for that! Bumping. Thumping. Kicking. Heavier. Harder. Darker. Throbbing. Banging. How it happened, Kirsten didn’t.