She is beefcake, but beefcake of a decided differentvariety.In my dream, her chest was totally flat. A bra would be of no use to her.She turns and loo...s at me, exposing her hairless masculine chest withsix-pack abs and full curved pecs. It was as she could sense that thesight of her gorgeous bare chest excited me. She pulls down her jeans andrevels that she is wearing a jockstrap. The straps of her jock frame theflat hard cheeks of her ass. The pouch is filled, not with a cock bulgeof course,. He pushed his hand through the wetness, dragging his forefinger across her clit. Delilah let out a sharp moan and smashed her lips back against his, letting her tongue roam the familiar interior. Criss continued rubbing his fingers through her pussy, two sliding back and forth with his thumb circling her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. He pulled away from her mouth, and locked his eyes on hers. Her eyelids were fluttering and her breath was sharp and ragged. He flicked his. A middle-aged man in lingerie, with thinning hair, a pot-belly and a hard-on fit to burst, jutting rigidly upwards at his wife's furious face."You're disgusting!" She yelled in his face, flecks of spittle raining over him. "Why would you do this?"'Because it feels great.' He thought, wisely keeping his mouth shut in order to let her get off steam."My carpet!" She shrieked, her voice cracking in disbelief at what she saw, an unmistakable stain between his legs that meant only one thing. "You're. I want it to last forever. But we all know that will never happen. She knows me too well…almost as if this was all meant to be. I know I won’t be able to hold out much longer, and in return she rides me with more intensity. Rising all the way up to the head and then slamming herself down hard, completely impaling herself on my hard cock. I reach up and tweak her hard rubbery nipples, then begin lightly rubbing my palms over them causing her to moan softly. Looking at the bliss on her face I.