It’s been so long since someone has been so aggressive with me. Ryan always knew how much I liked it rough and with utter need. He’s the same way.... I lift my hips towards him, his hands slip under my arse, squeezing me tight, pulling me closer. He buries his face into me, moaning against my already excited pussy. His tongue slips down into my entrance, tongue fucking me; all the while his nose rubs perfectly along my clit. I grip the sofa, moaning louder, feeling the need to come. He senses it. "I guess it's sort of my fantasy too." I'm your fantasy? You know there's a reason I don't post photos of myself on the website." It's not a physical thing. I've read what you've written. It just struck me that we might be awfully compatible. You know, similar taste if you catch my drift." Oh?" Not just the write up. It's everything you've posted. It's like if I were your age and male, I'd want to be doing just what you're doing. Some of the way, you wrote stuff ... It felt like you were inside. She was holding my dick over my pajama. I pulled her t shirt up and felt her nipple and breast over her bra and slowly lifted her bra over her breast it was too tight and thins I was afraid it might tear. But I wanted to feel her warm skin and soft breast and tweak her nipple. I wanted to suck the breast and lick it and feel the warmth over my face. She was medium complexioned typical Indian featured girl. Liquid dark eyes red lips and medium gold complexioned smooth skin. She opened my pajama. ” “What do you think you know?” he asked as he took in her blonde hair and big brown eyes. “It’s not just think … it’s know. You are a very handsome man, in very good shape and have been successful in business. You make a lot of money. A woman half your age would drool over you and happily keep your bed warm. She would provide you with all those sexual things that your wife was never interested in doing,” Cynthia told him, knowing that she was correct. Cynthia was 35 years old and had been.