In spite of the lambasting(or because of it), the ol' tent pole was pushing the tent back up into place. As her harangue continued and her description... of my wicked equipment continued, her eyes took on a wilder look while her face became more flushed and her lips bigger and fuller. Beads of sweat started to appear on her forehead as she worked herself into an increasingly agitated state. And perhaps it was all because of where her eyes were trained. Now, not only were my shorts pushed out,. I stroked every crevice and fold of her labia with my tongue, then stuck it as far as I could inside. “Fuck! Please suck me harder!” she cried. She was definitely wet enough for what I was about to do next. I stuck two fingers into her sopping pussy facing upwards, and then curled them up to hit her sweet spot. I started to fuck her as hard and fast as I could. Her hips began to buck to meet my hand, while her thigh was in between my legs, pressing against my cunt. Her breathing was quick,. A large picture of an F-14 Tomcat, vapor streaming from its wingtips as it pulled high g's, adorned the wall behind Captain Madison's corner desk.A break area in one corner contained a refrigerator, sink, cabinets, microwave and a coffee maker. In short, the office was designed to be functional as well as containing everything that a flight crew might generally need as they waited for their next flight.Captain Madison sat back, relaxed, his feet on his desk. Hanging up the phone, he looked at. I couldn’t even stop taking pictures.I watched helplessly, my cock a bone in my fist, as Cathy dropped to her knees and, though the view was now obstructed, obviously took Dan into her mouth and started bobbing. I could see her butt crack, a small rose tattoo, a wisp of pubes and a glimpse of those pendant lips with a glistening that revealed her own arousal. I was lost.She must have judged him sufficiently rigid because she stood to straddle him. She slowly lowered herself onto his now.