The latino would vary it by eating her out and playing with her asshole more, but that didn't work. Raul tried to adjust the foreplay and make it last...even longer, but that didn't work either. No matter what Raul tried, the blonde would just not squirt.With time running out, Raul had a moment of clarity. Raul felt that the "self-control" was making him less of a lover and more of a disciplined guy. The old Raul would need to come through in order for the blonde to squirt and for Raul to earn. Under this she was wearing a slightly higher cut brown spaghetti strap shirt that squeezed her breasts together and showed off a wonderful amount of her 33c cleavage. When she had seen me looking at her tits, we had been watching Shoot Em Up, and I had been just stopped hiding the huge bulge in my pants, thinking that it might be time to show some of these girls what I had. I had frozen as her eyes met mine, and had been about to stammer some lame excuse for why I was staring at her wonderful,. She needed to focus on living. Breathing in the heady smell of him, and her, she couldn’t concentrate on anything but him. That had felt like torture, like dying and waking at the same time. He could kill her and revive her in the same touch.He was planting himself between her. His head stroked the sensitive lips, pushing past them in to her. He filled her completely, burying himself within her to the hilt. They moaned together when he was safe inside her.Two fingers pushed her lips apart. He. His gaze lingered for what seemed like an eternity, and my cunt was aflame. "Get in," he ordered, softly patting the surface of the water in front of him, and bringing his knees up. As I raised my arms to secure my long hair up on top of my head with the brooch that had been holding my tunic, I saw his gaze rise to take in my firm, high breasts, and made a point of pushing them forward for maximum effect. I then stepped over the edge of the bath, my right leg first to keep his view of my cunt.