“You need to relax,” He says as he continues to play with her.She tries to relax and mentally prepare herself. Yes, she said she wanted it, but ea...h time, she denied him the pleasure. As soon as she said, “stop,” he did, but she just wasn’t sure… even now.“Let’s get dried off,” He says to her as she looks back a little concerned. He just nods his head like… yes… it’s time. She gets out of the tub and begins to dry herself. Then he gets out and she dries him without him asking. After a while, he. She slipped her hands under his shirt and ran her fingers down the hair that trailed from his belly button to the top of his jeans, her hands slipping beneath the waistband before moving round to his back. Binky reached up to his shoulders, feeling his masculinity, her pussy already beginning to moisten. She stroked her fingers down his spine causing him to gasp. “I don’t think we should be doing this,’’ Marco murmured, his warm breath whispering against her ear. Binky undid the buckle on. We moaned together as she took almost all of my cock inside her. Her inner walls were so soft and wet, it felt like my cock had suddenly died and gone to penis heaven. Her pussy was warm, and gripped cock so firmly that as soon as she started to raise her hips up, her tight cunt pulled on my cock and I moaned hard from the pleasurable friction. Her hand still held mine by the wrist, and as she withdrew from my dick until only the head was left immersed, she guided my hand to one of her perky. "I wanted to understand. Besides, it's important what you believe."That was the wrong thing to say, I guess. Suggesting he was important to anybody but himself cracked the shell he'd spent so long building around himself. His eyes glistened and I knew he had tears in them. On impulse, moving before I knew I was going to, I went to him and stood beside his chair cradling his head against my belly. He sat real rigid for a minute and then his shoulders started to shake. I didn't say anything or do.