She used to look at the pictures of the men in the football magazines to make her thin buttocks shake with passion but lately all she had to do was cl...se her eyes and picture Tom grinding his hips in between her legs and making her take his needy cock inside her hungry cave.Unaware of the fact that she had a gorgeous pair of legs, she often would do the ironing right in front of Tom wearing only her undies and her halter top. It was much more comfortable and that is how she did it when she in. At the same time, I reach around you with my right hand to grab your hard cock, and squeeze. “This hard little dick says it all. You want me to let you be a little whore. Don’t you.” I am squeezing harder for emphasis.“You want to be a cock slut, giving your worthless ass up to whoever has something to put inside it. Do you really think that I’d let you have that much pleasure?” I squeezed your balls one more time, release them then turn from you. “Not hardly.”“Go pull the low back chair into. Now it was his turn to let out a gasp. He pulled me away from his chest, a look of great lust in his eyes and went back to kissing me. I started tugging on my cock which could not bear being inside my shorts. He pulled off my shirt and shorts, showing my bulge from my tight underwear.His eyes widened, “how big are you?” he asked and before I could respond, he pulled off my underwear, my 7″ cock bouncing out. “Oh fuck, you’re so thick! I can’t take this.”This wasn’t the first time someone had. I felt my arousal rising as I remembered him throbbing at my touch. While drying myself, I caught myself lingering on my pussy, rubbing a little more than needed. Letting the towel drop to the floor, I carried on rubbing, moving my fingers back and forth, I pushed between my lips and lubricated my fingers.With one hand on the edge of the sink, I concentrated on my clit, my breathing a little raw. The image of my fingers holding the end of his cock, as I rubbed myself back and forth along it,.