I want to have your penis in my cunt. Would you like to put it there?"Another question that Billy tried to answer but couldn't. He had never heard a w...man talk like this. He had been taught that nice ladies didn't say such things, but he thought Karen was a nice lady. The sensations running through his body at being held against her warm, naked flesh made his stomach tighten. Karen could see that she was moving a little too fast for him, and she pushed him gently away from her body."Maybe it. Not before time, too. Not that I mind being the meat in a very different kind of man-wich, but an extra cum whore always helps. Am I right, Eddie? Tyson’s contribution will still have to wait, of course.“Honey, please be a dear and answer the door. Our next guest should be right on our doorstep according to her husband’s text,” Britta-Lise urged me with a very lustful, inviting tone in her voice.I went to the front door and opened it, only to be greeted with a steamy, raunchy French kiss from a. I placed my hands on his hips, my fingernails slightly touching his skin, teasing him with my soft touches. As his hands slid the zipper down, his tongue followed behind, licking between my breasts, running his tongue over the fabric of my bra, then following the zipper down my stomach. He sat back up, and with eyes locked on mine once more, he opened my blouse completely. I sat slightly up on the bed, and slid the blouse down my shoulders and off of my body. Before I laid back down, I reached. The phone rang. Em picked it up. It was Damon from the house phone in the lobby. She said, “Ground floor, harbour view, to your right.” He knew the suite number. Three-quarters of an hour later Em was in one of her favourite massage positions. She was naked and on her back and her legs were spread wide. The big blue top sheet on the massage bed that had originally covered her from just above her breasts to half way down her thighs had been adjusted. It lay in rumpled disarray around her.