He was a promising new recruit who would likely go on to great things. The naked girl riving in the throes of orgasm under him however would likely go...on to prove herself very accomplished at sucking his cock. With a wicked laugh he pulled his cock still hard from the captive princess’s mouth. ?You did very well,? he said sincerely, placing a hand on the top of her head ?you can lower your face again now, but don’t lick your lips? he added tracing a finger down her cum smeared left. A little older than us, which wasn't a difficulty (actually nothing was a difficulty, as long as the sex was good) and they were nice people. Bob, the husband, like me, as bi and his wife Angela was straight, so we were a good match. They both liked long slow foreplay, which suited us much better than joining people in a room, shooting all over the place as quick;y a possible and then leaving. After we had known them for a bit and met them two or three times, they had an idea for an afternoon. I kept my hold on her wrists as I slowly pushed myself inside of her. My other arm held her waist, and drew her into my thrust. She struggled against my grip on her wrists, but not against my entrance. If her arousal and need werent so obvious, I would have found her attempts to free her wrists terrifying. But she met my every thrust, and we built up a steady rhythm. Her obvious enjoyment alleviated my fears, and I found myself enjoying this different dimension to sex. I fully understood why. “I dress him,” said Natasha, taking the packet. She ripped it open, popped the condom into her mouth and again bent over Eric’s cock, gliding down and expertly securing the sheath in place. “Bloody hell,” said Eric. “Where did you find this woman?” “I’ll tell you later,” said Joy and turned to Natasha. “He’s all yours. Ride him well. Give him a birthday present he’ll always remember.” “Yah.” Natasha stood from her kneeling position and placed her feet either side of Eric’s hips. Her pussy.