I groan, but am quickly left gasping when you thrust fully into me. The pain is sudden, my pussy struggling to accommodate your cock. Breathing quick...y, you stay still, gazing down at me, taking in the tear tracks running from the corners of my eyes. I close my eyes and feel you kiss my tears, wiping them away with your lips, then your mouth brushes against mine, with gentle, but persistent pressure. The muscles in my body slowly relax as you lengthen the kiss. You begin to move your hips,. He always dressed comfortable when he flew. He looked around at the terminal to see if Miss Marshal was there and was shocked when he didn’t see her there waiting. He just figured she would be there 2 hours early to ensure she didn’t miss her flight. Miss Marshal (Janet to everyone she knew not from work) was at the airport lounge getting a little pre-flight courage. She wasn’t a great flier but she knew with a couple of drinks, she would be okay until the plan took off and she could get a. I stood up and dropped my pants – she wrapped her hair into a low bun – to the ankles, stroked my cock to full mast, and slapped her ass with it. Pre-cum was stringing off those jiggly cheeks before I pressed my head against her slick opening and she grunted, arching that back more.Like quick-sand, I was easily sucked in but with no desire to escape – accepting of my fate. I took her hands, outstretched them, and pinned them to the wall as we rolled our hips in unison. That ass was so fat, it. “Well, then you must have a lot of muscle!” He chuckled, and I did too. As we both went about working out, I looked at what he was wearing. He was wearing some shorts, and a cut-off tee-shirt. Without noticing, I started to become hard. Wearing athletic shorts, it was probably noticeable, so I decided I should be done. As I grabbed my bag and started to leave, he says “Wait, before you leave come help me.” “Yeah?” I said without turning around. “I need you to spot me, I'm about to bench.”.