She brought her hand round to feel me and I swear my balls began to retract as the wet, dripping rubber-clad hand touched my shaft."Argh! Gloves" I ga...ped through gritted teeth."Oh god, I'm sorry," she giggled, quickly snapping the foamy latex from her hands and dropping them onto the tiles.Not to let a little thing like that interfere with what was happening, I pushed, turning her away from me again. My cock was pressing into her thigh as I slipped my hands around her, pulling up the front of. They were laughing at my action. He came upto me, and put his hands inside my top, feeling up my waist, and said, the bitch is warm and ready.Pinching my nipples over the top of my t-shirt, he said, “Look how hard it has become.” I checked it for myself, it was protruding, and prominent over my t-shirt. I was actually desperate. He undid my buttons, and said, “Go ahead darling, how can we dare to stop you.” I lowered my jeans, and took my top off. I was wearing black bra and panties, and the. " You need to think about it while it is still fresh." Fiona shook her head and Greg looked at her. "For me Fiona. Everything we do is what you want to do. Do this for me, and then I will take you to bed and we can cuddle up together 'cause I know that's what you want." Fiona snorted, but Greg loaded the software he needed and plugged the microphone into the audio jack. He pressed a button and sat down. "Interview of Gregory Hollands with victim, Miss Fiona Holmes. Friday November the..." What. My cock eased its way inside her pussy, spreading her moist lips apart as it pushed its way through the opening. I could feel the heat, the warmth inside her as it took hold. The deeper I went, the warmer it got.I rested upon her body, making sure we both were comfortable in our positions. Gently, I rocked my hips, back and forth. My hard, thick cock slipped in and out of her moist pussy. This wasn't fucking. This was making love.Slow and tender, my cock dipped in and out of her warm, wet.