I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and then moved it into my mouth. She moaned delicately then suddenly throatily as I bit down. “o...w, sir, we shouldn’t do this” she protested “You love it, it will be between us, ok, sit up on the table for me”She did as she was told; I pushed her legs apart and instantly got hard looking at her drenched white cotton panties. I pushed the gusset to one side and began to massage her clit with my tongue. She tasted so good. Like water after miles. But not close enough. You can stop reading hereI just thought I would put this here since it seems a lot of Canadian stories are out there and well, I am Canadian as well. :) So hello to everyone, but if you are from Canada hello eh? I live in Ottawa, Ontario, Canada. I am 50 ... a slim straight dude and I absolutely love to watch porn in a relaxed manner with both women and men or anyone of any gender or identity as long as you enjoy admiring beautiful slim women/couples pics and porn and even. As he did it, I heard Charlotte gasp, then squeal as she came. It must have turned her on alot to see her husband abuse a thirteen year old girl like this. It turned me on even more, and after a second, my throat opened up, and I felt that giant shank of meat slip past my esophagus, right past my gag reflex. Then I was his to do with what he pleased. I was impaled on that thing, and he fucked my mouth like I was an experienced whore. And I loved every erotic, painful minute of it, spit. His partly softened cock sagged off to one side before I took it in my mouth. The taste and aroma of my sex filled my mouth and nostrils, his contribution barely noticeable. I sucked and licked and ate his balls til he was erect again. Then I took off my blouse and dropped the bra. I climbed over him and sat on his cock. I must have looked funny in the moonlight, with nothing on up top, my ripped panty hose surrounding his cock and my skirt still up around my waist. I rode him like that til.