‘Why not get right down to it,’ she told herself. Goading herself, Rosa took a deep breath and said ‘Why . . .’ she stopped and cleared her th...oat. ‘Umm, why don’t you get rid of those pants and come over here?’ ‘Why?’ He asked with a knowing grin. ‘Why? So I can suck your cock, that’s why.’ Dutch blinked twice. Otherwise his expression didn’t change. He shucked his loafers and pulled off his pants and shorts in one efficient motion. He slung them over the edge of the dresser, one pant leg. It took all my power to keep up with her and came to a skidding halt just after she dismounted from her bike next to a pool at the bottom of a magnificent waterfall. “I hope you don’t mind but I have to cool of,” said Monique as she started to strip of her kit in front of me. Everything that I imagined was true and better. Monique was in the water splashing around before I could collect myself and I realised that I would have to get into the water soon before she saw my enormous. He took it in his hand and stroked himself a few times then moved between my legs. I reached for him, desperate for my orgasm, still hanging on the brink. He thrust in hard, gripping my hips, and I exploded. Hot pleasure streaked through my whole body. He groaned, moving in me hard and fast. He clung to my shoulders, shuddering with every wild thrust as he poured out his grief and frustration. I took every bit from him, hooking my legs round him and drawing him as deep as I could. I squeezed my. One hand on my outer thigh and one hand grabs what has already become hard with anticipation. You open your mouth, and with our eyes still locked, slowly put me inside of it. I have no control over the pleasure. My head rolls back and a moan of pure joy escapes my mouth. You move me slowly in and out of you. Your tongue so warm, your mouth as wet. As you work back and forth, your hand also provides me an amount of pleasure that by know has made my knees tremble. The few minutes that you spend.