With that being said, I have had quite the number of mind-blowing acquaintances. But when it comes to Venezia, I get the feeling she’ll be more than...just a fun acquaintance. Perhaps it’s because our profiles match so perfectly. She’s a thick, tight piece of pure passionate Venezuelan pussy, and I’m the serene, girthy nine-inch piece of cocoalate she craves. She has the perkiest thirty-two C cup tits that stand out above her perfectly curvy thirty-two – twenty-four – thirty-six figure, and I. We have discussed an outline for re-telling the years of our relationship and thought we would take a somewhat different approach to presenting it. As we both seem to have different recollections of some of the events and certainly we both had different emotional experiences at the time, we are, whenever possible, going to present two parallel accounts of events, one written by myself (Dean in our story) and the other by my sister (Kate). Some portions will be a consolidated view, particularly. I liked it too but you still havent let me fuck you I said to which she replied Soon Paul, soon. After a few minutes of just laying there she started to move again. Its time for me to get you hard again. But when she reached for my cock it was already hard as a rock. She lay on her back and pulled me on top of her between her legs, reached down and guided my cock to her pussy hole. As I felt my cock head touch her opening I instinctively pushed forward. I sank my cock full depth into her wet. She reaches under him and strokes his cock hard again as she fucks his ass. The pressure is building inside of her for release. She feels a shudder from his body as her cock goes in and out of his ass. She spreads his cheeks wide with her hands watching her cock move. She stops stroking, grabs his hand and puts it on his cock, "Keep it hard" she whispers in his ear. While her hips move against his ass, the base of the dildo pressed against her clit, she places her hands on her breasts squeezing.