Lysa's heavy breathing as she approached orgasm snapped him outof it. He reached for her, grabbing her by the hips and then workingbehind to her botto...."Good choice," he joked silently to himself, preferring the realsensation of Lysa at his fingertips as opposed to what he had beenimagining about himself. Her breaths became abrupt and close togetheras she reached ecstasy. Somewhere in his glamour girl fantasy, Markreached his orgasm with whispers of "oh, yes" escaping from between hispouting. . The light breeze makes my nipples hard and ruffles the hair of my pussy. I walk in the village. Almost everyone is naked except for the workers who came for a job in the village. The policemen, too, I suppose. There are various people: beautiful, ugly, thin, big, but overall, a lot of beautiful girls. Competition will be tough. Almost all women have shaved or at least groomed pussy. I do stand out with my hairy pussy! In the mall, everyone is naked. Even the women sitting in the barber’s. He didn't have to worry about her getting knocked up as she went back on birth control when they started fucking. He would have been happy if she carried his baby but she said no. Now he could fuck her any time he wanted which was almost every night. As he pushed his cock in deeper and harder he grabbed a nipple with his teeth and sucked more milk. She was always full and as he sucked he could feel her cunt walls squeeze his cock. He loved the feel of his cock deep in her love hole. After he. Suddenly the day had grown brighter – for both of them. Exactly thirty minutes later she emerged from the lift wearing a black shift dress with a synched-in waist and a decently-low scooped neckline. Over her shoulder was an orange leather handbag, and on her feet were black Sloane suede court shoes. Gently chic, but still managing to look business-like. “At your service ma’am, standing by my boots with my bed in my hand!” He threw her a mock salute and her.