I moved the seat and looked at her pussy and rubbed it. I opened my pants and shoved into her and she pushed back, “mmmm!”I held her hips as I beg...n to fuck her firmly. Her pussy was tight and kept clenching. A minute and she was rocking back and forth. I continued to fuck her firmly and reached down to rub her clit. She gasped and shook and shoved back, “aaaahhhh!”Several minutes and she was spasming and I shoved into her and gushed sperm. She jerked and wiggled and her pussy squeezed,. "It feels so fucking good!" She screamed as I pounded her"Time to see if you can ride a real cock!" I said as I pulled outShe fell on her face and groaned. I sat in the couch and she crawled up and position the head of my cock at her opening. Her eyes got big as she slid down my cock. Her pussy was stretched open so she had no problem riding it."I've never been so full of cock! Fuck I want more of this! Britney has to share!" She screamed as she fucked ever harder"Well let see if you can take. Eventually I must have become brave and began drawing the heart with an arrow (another cliché) with my initials and his. Next came very detailed illustrations of a penis, after the 4th or 5th variation I was confronted about the graffiti, which I blamed on friends of mine and seemed to get away with it. What happened next was, at the time, somewhat of a blur. I woke one night in a massive panic from a dream where it seemed I had written an explicit, detailed description of what I wanted to to. Are there two people here or more?The anticipation is immense. I feel, more than hear the presence of one person nearby, a slight noise, then the sudden pop of the champagne, which shocks me so that I jump, momentarily losing composure - the sound so unexpected. With heightened senses, the sound of bubbles being poured into the crystal glass, I can almost see them in my mind.Suddenly, my chin is taken firmly, between thumb and first finger and tipped back...small drops of champagne poured.