.Layla then broke the kiss and pulling her head back slightly gazed up into my eyes an impish smile on her face. "So what's it like stud? How does it ...eel to fuck one of the world's sexiest women. You know don't you that since they saw our own resident superstar/superstud fucking Lindsay Lohan on Tuesday night every girl in school wants to fuck you. Not that most of them didn't want to fuck you already." Layla," I said taking her hand and squeezing it gently. "I think we need to get a couple of. With that simple gesture, her sweat-dampened and slightly disheveled hair was back to looking like she'd spent hours styling it, her makeup was refreshed, and I could only assume other parts of her were freshened up as well. I took one of her hands in mine, laying the other on her waist, as if we were dancing, and pulled her in for a deep kiss. As expected, it felt like she'd just gargled mouthwash rather than her son's cum. She ran her hands over my bare chest. I lifted one of her shapely legs. He was rubbing oil over her ass and told her "You have the nicest round ass." He leaned down and kissed each cheek but kept massaging her. "Roll over on your back and let me oil your front." As she rolled over he rubbed her tits with oil. He spent lots of time oiling the mounds and the nipples. "You have great tits. Do you like me touching them? Shall I kiss them?" she nodded for him to kiss her tits. He then kissed each one covering all of it with tiny kisses. Then he grabbed a nipple and. He'd felt her hot sheath engulf him, and had known from experience that it wasn't a mouth causing those feelings."Oh baby," he groaned. "You can't, baby!" I have to!" she panted. "Please don't make me stop." We shouldn't," the last of his morals forced out."I don't care," she sobbed. Her hips increased their pace as her clit was massaged. Her over-excited body was primed to feel again what had been so delicious in the dark, with him lunging into her. Biology urged her on, to wrench out of this.