Carsina worked her pussy up and down my shaft. Her cunt clung to my cock, massaging it. My dick drank in the friction of her submissive cunt. I pinche... her nipples, bringing a squealing moan from her lips while her snatch clenched tighter about my shaft.“Gods damn,” I groaned. “Work that pussy, slave. Make me cum!”“I will, Master,” she moaned and then leaned over. She hugged me tight, pressing her tits into my chest. I moved my hands around her waist, grabbing her ass as she rocked on me. “I’m. JJ then got dressed and her hubby came in about 5min. later she induced me to him as a new friend and I left them to have there supper, she called me later and told me that her hubby wanted to know why the kitchen smelled like pussy she said because she was horny for his cock and they fucked but my four fingers made her feel much better then his cock... JJ is a very small woman and one of my best but after six encounters I still haven't used the strap-on yet. I call her on Saturday morning. It was startling. "My boy!" said Grandpa, when he could talk. "Let me look at you.” He kept saying this over and over, and would not stop shaking my hand."Grandpa, give Charles a seat,” Celia said, breaking us up. I sat across the table from him, and Celia sat next to me, her legs crossed. I enjoyed our proximity in a way I shouldn’t have. The deck appeared rundown, paint peeling and wood splintering around us, but it was enclosed and insulated from the cold, and the furniture was comfortable. This is the way he’d like to fall asleep every night, I’d bet, slowly sucked to complete relaxation, his last few ounces of tension squirted out into the warm and willing mouth of his girl-slave-wife-whore-geisha-bitch-sissy. After a bit, I lay my head lightly on the warm pillow of H’s stomach and continue to suck, changing the angle and facilitating the ejaculation I can tell is nearing. There is a thin rod of buzzing—is it muscle, seminal fluid?—it’s hard to tell exactly what it is but I feel.