His grunts, His moans. The sounds of your two bodies, in heat, in lust, fucking fill the room. The smell of sex comes to you. You can feel His body...sweat as He drives His cock in and out of you. Like two animals, fucking, grunting, mating.Suddenly you shake, you climax. Hard, your breath escaping from your lungs. Again you feel the rush of cumming. You feel faint, yet He is still pounding you with that meat of His. Just as a third wave of wonderful shocking climax makes your whole body. . happy.She started panting and moaning softly and she was simply lost in the moment, lost in her own arousal.‘You know what’ll feel even better than a pillow?’ He said.Only when he pried the pillow out of her hand she opened her eyes, she barely registered he was naked and she let out a soft whining sound while she reached for another pillow.‘Come.’ He said. He laid down on top of her and for a moment she was completely disoriented. Where was she? Who was he? What was happening. Then he felt. He just couldn't see Ann settling down and raising children — although if she showed half the patience and affection to her offspring as she did to the animals a child couldn't ask for a better mother.Marnie was a horsewoman and could ride almost as well as Jacob. Susan, alas, was not. The fact that they needed to take the buckboard would lengthen the trip by half a day or so but it couldn't be helped. Besides it would be better than listening to Susan belly-ache about riding.Jacob couldn't. Still I obeyed his commands and whispered in his ear “I want it, baby. Please.” My words set him on a pussy rampage. We went back to exchanging tongues again. His warm hands were now on my bare back, inside my shirt, right on top of the hooks of my lacy black bra. I was surprised to know he knew how to unhook my bra. He was like a cheetah on a hunt for its prey. Determined to get to my pussy in a series of lures, first he began kissing me. He took a break to tell me to tell him how I wanted it..