I catch the scent of your perfume. Sitting in the still warm sand, waiting, watching you near, I feel my pulse quicken. Thoughts of your passion stirs...my loins and begins the hardening. Rising to greet you, our lips meet and we kiss deeply, tongues dancing and probing. Your hot breath makes me feel on fire. I feel your body molding to mine, totally aware of your firm breasts and smoldering hips as I run my hands over your back and down to your tiny bottom. My big hands cupping you and pulling. - Mi sembra giusto.- Per questo, cerca di essere un giocatore serio e rispettoso. Se in qualunque momento dovessi sentirti a disagio oppure non ti sentissi bene, in silenzio ti allontani e dopo ne parliamo insieme per capire cosa ? successo.- Ho capito.A. esce dalla stanza. Una vampata di calore mi avvolge, l'eccitazione mi prende e il cazzo diventa turgido.- Ti piace, eh!A. indossa una tuta da lavoro blu, non proprio pulita. Un paio di stivali di gomma alla coscia, di quelli da lavoro, rendono. ” She commented. She began to bounce on my cock. I had to make an effort to make sure she came before I had. As the seconds passed, her strokes became longer and faster. Once I had caught my breath, I too met her thrust to thrust. Each time I went up, she slammed down. My balls began to slap against her ass so hard, it began to hurt a bit. “Oh Shit!” She screamed. Her pussy grasped my cock so tightly, I thought it would cut off its circulation. She continued to ride me until her orgasm. A quick glance at the TV showed Jeff Gordon in the lead with 80 or so laps to go. I had almost drifted off again when I heard the door at the top of the stairs open. I recognised the soft footsteps. I smiled to myself and pretended to be asleep."Daddy?" I heard someone whisper. Her voice was soft and innocent. Angelic. Like a little girl's. "Daddy, are you sleeping?"Resisting the urge to respond, I lay there until I felt her sit on the couch next to me. Someone's fingertips ran tentatively.