She was always doing her best to please me. No matter how far it made her go. She was always on her knees, taking my cock deep in her mouth. Her prett..., often swollen lips would wrap around my head like they were made for the occasion. She would suckle with all her might while the tip of her tongue worked magic on the veins that covered my length. Not only that, she would dress up in different attire to arise feelings within my chest. Sometimes she was a naughty schoolgirl, other times she was. It was cold and icy, running off seemed unwise as there was a high potential that I would slip and fall while sprinting over the frozen pools of ice and slush trying to get away. I looked left and right for another person nearby but there was no-one around and the nut seller was out of sight. He was so much more powerful than me, even at his age. Another shiver ran down my spine, this time a mix of adrenaline, fear and a sexual thrill. He grabbed my wrists with a strong grip, and pinned my. I moved my nose up to her vagina and inhaled her smell. She smelled heavily of sweat, soap and mustard oil. I did not dare to insert my tongue into her pussy. Then she moved once again and lay with her backside facing me and prevented the celestial view of her frontal nudity to be. But I was not to be disappointed since she was now offering the sexuality of her full back uncovered to my feasting eyes. Her buttocks looked like two black hill tops and they were tightly spaced so that the channel. " The shapely older femme sat at the head of the bed where I could look at her without too much pain. "You were really out of it last night, Riz. You staggered through the door and fell into bed. I really thought you might have noticed I was on the dining room table with my legs wrapped around Sandra and her pounding me with a nice strapon. I mean, I'm not the quietest fuck by any means." Now my head was really spinning and not just from last night's alcohol. "Wait just a minute. Whadda you.