Then she tightened her grip, pumping his prick. As her fist drew back to the root of his fuck rod, his cockhead flared and throbbed. As she pulled up,...his hairy sheath rolled over the ledge behind his knob. He was fucking through her fist, plunging forward as her hand pressed back, loving the brand- new sensation of manual stimulation. Samson had fucked bitches but he had never fucked a hand and it was all a delightful mystery to the dumb brute.Molly cupped his swollen ball-sac with her free. I had just cracked open my book, looking for the old birthday card I used as a bookmark, when the doorbell rang. I was slightly annoyed. I am an avowed bachelor, somewhat shy by nature, and so have few friends. I could not imagine any of them calling on me that late in the evening. I was not in the best of moods when I opened the door. A stunning young lady of maybe thirty looked at me for a second and without a word brushed past me into my apartment. I was stunned for a moment. I slammed the. ..a typical old guy belly and I found it very sexy. I knelt between is outstretched legs, one hand on his thigh, the other gripping the base of his penis pointing it straight up towards my face. I looked at him and then I looked down at the first cock I would ever suck. I hesitated a moment. I was feeling scared, but at the same time, hugely aroused. I licked my lips, pulled his foreskin down and took John's cock into my mouth.He let slip a huge long sigh when I closed my lips around his shaft. Your heart, however, still was the puppet to every snap of her fingers. For merely this reason, without further questioning, you packed the absolutely necessary—your headphones being the most essential part of it, bearing the hope the noise-canceling would also drown the voice of reason which dominated your thoughts—and rushed to the train station.*You take a brief glance at the girl sitting in your compartment. Her beauty looks worthy of consoling you over the misery you've suffered, worthy of.