She propped up her dress and straddled his awaiting loins. Mrs. Quill let out a deep sigh of relief when she wedged herself deep into his throbbing ma...hood. Her extra high heels gave her the leverage to clamp on and grind his pelvis. Why she desperately wanted this young man, Imani couldn’t explain. All she knew was that absorbing his cheesy goodness would make her stronger. And it did. The energy seemed to drain right out of Eugene and he was teetering on the brink of collapse. He could feel. At various points over the course of appetizers, dinner and dessert, I turned on the toy and challenged her to follow the instructions she’d been given. Carrie nearly blew it a few times, but I was generous and eased off before she revealed what was happening. I liked the challenge for her, but I didn’t want her to need to be punished. I wanted to fuck her tonight and I wouldn’t be able to do that if she was punished. I knew she had come close to orgasming twice but had managed to fight it. She slipped in it, and had to catch herself against the guardrail. Her clear ejaculate formed an ever-expanding puddle on the concrete, and still her orgasm kept going. She bit her lip and her eyes opened and she stared at me in surprise and then she started to breathe again, but in gasps and shudders. All this time, her spasming pussy lips never let go of the tip of my rock hard cock, no matter how hard her hips swayed or her legs shook. As her senses started to come back to her, we both. Breasts as soft as pillows. Her cunt as hot as a winter’s stove. She came to me, the evening was young and we had not seen each other in a week. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me gently. I returned the favor touching my lips to hers and gently caressing her neck. I pull her shirt off and her mine. She arches her back as I kiss her neck and down her chest to her perfect welcoming breasts. Her nipples, erect and pink await my sweet warm lips around them. She moans loudly as I.