I knew what she wanted. I was afraid to do it. But I was in no mood to stop either. I placed my hands on her boobs. Her nipples were erect and hard.I ...tarted pinching them. She giggled and told me not to wet her to again. I started removing the hooks from her robe and she didn’t mind. She was too busy rubbing my cock. I moved away from her and she was startled. I removed my shirt and hugged her from behind. She smiled and opened her mouth to say something. I closed her lips with mine and. I ached so bad I could hardly stand it.Through the curtain and a few steps around the corner – where the mattress in question was propped against the wall – I whipped around to face him. He was closing in, cologne melting me, his fingertips tickling my nipples through the flimsy fabric.‘You like eye-fucking my ass, huh? You little perv?’‘Yeah.’I grabbed his bulge, squeezing, massaging.‘Yeah? You want the slut saleslady to show you the mattress?’‘No, I want to show you the mattress.’Punctuating. I watched her face as the pain slowly dropped and her face wasn’t contorted any more. I pushed in again, this time deep and pulled her towards me with a hand on each side. Again, she squealed in pain, this time she struggled a little to get away but stopped within a few seconds. > > Oh this is the best, her entrance is so tight it almost hurts, but causing her pain makes me feel good too. I started to move slowly but deeply, she grunted a few times and her face contorted with pain again so I. She kicked off her heels and pulled her blouse out from her skirt. She had been thinking about him all day long. She simply could not get past the size of his incredible manhood. She knew it was so wrong on many levels. But the orgasms were epic. The best she had ever experienced. Plus the fact that he never really went soft. No other man could do that. It worked on her all day. Her pussy stayed wet all day and her scent was very strong. For a thirty four year old woman she felt very young. She.