He wanted to turn her around, take her in his arms and crush her mouth with his, make her understand he was really her Niko. ‘Camille, it’s me,’...he whispered into her ear, his lips moving against the sensitive shell. ‘I’m alive. I’m sorry… so sorry. Please, agapi mou… it’s me.’ The tension left her body with the sound of a soft whimper, a sound like that of a wounded animal. She weakened against him, her legs trembled and would have collapsed from under her had he not been supporting her slight. Sunny and about 78 degrees. It is perfect, I am getting moist just thinking about what I have in store for Dave.I fawn over the bike because men like to hear about their bikes, and it makes them feel good. Some psychological crap about a man, his penis, and its relationship to his bike. The motorcycle was a thing of beauty. A Harley-Davidson Fat Boy, all decked out with chrome, leather and the bike was a massive beast. Now, what woman can resist something massive and vibrating between her. I took my cock near her pussy lips, I rubbed them slightly, and she used her hands to push herself towards me. I asked her, “What do you want me to do?”v”Please, please fuck my love tunnel.” I guided my dick inside her; though it was wet I couldn’t get it inside her. My dick was too dry. “Suck my dick” I said to her. She took it and stroked it in her hands and then started licking it all over with her tongue. She was a first timer but she was incredible with blowjob. I still remember the way. "You can tell I'm ready, can't you? The dog in the movie didn't seem to have any trouble.Kaiser's eyes gleamed as he caught the intensive charge of lurid sensuality emanating from her huskily moaning throat. Her eyes were fastened on him, and she noticed that he seemed to be as lustfully aroused as she was. She wondered why he didn't just get on with whatever it was he was planning to do."Please, lover-boy," she begged. "I want you to lick my cunt, like the dog did in the movie... Come on,.