She was moaning. Shit! What's wrong with her? I was reaching for the doorknob when I figured it out. She was playing with herself, and doing a good jo..., from the sound of it.So much for the idea that I wouldn't jerk off tonight. Well, if I was going to do it anyway, why not see if I could get more material for my fantasy session?When I re-painted the hallway the year before, I replaced all the door hardware. Gone were the old, worn-out hinges that wouldn't stay greased. Out with ugly doorknobs. All those much shut. Lips sealed and face that turn away. Looks like a torture rather than an arousing sex act.Something better comes from professional porn stars, but not that much anyway.I still remember when me and my wife (she was still my girlfriend at that time) decided to try the cumshot experience. We was in Paris for a little vacation when we decided to have a walk in Pigalle area. For those who don't know, that part of Paris is full of sex-shops and adult theaters offering everything. I said Shilpa, your eyes are very intense I love them, she said thanks. I said can I put my hand around your shoulders and grinned. She said ok but only for some time. I put my hand over her arms and pulled her and said I want to taste mangoes. She said she won’t give and she wants to eat everything. I said I m speaking about your busts which are like mangoes. She was little angry. Meanwhile her phone rang, it was her boy friend. I took the phone that his girl friend is very bad and not giving. As he strode away from the table, Elise found herself staring at his firm hamstrings and butt. She could see the flex of his glutes as he stepped up to the raised central walkway that ran down the axis of the restaurant. Her eyes followed him until he reached the exit, and she made a conscious effort to be looking away just as he stopped to look back at her. Only then did she let herself look back at him, capturing the moment of his eyes meeting hers, before smiling and waving him out. She.