I open my mouth slightly, and she slips her tongue into my mouth to find my tongue, playing with it so lightly.I reach my arms around her, pulling her...lovely body into me. She hasn't bothered to put her bra back on, so I feel my little boobs press into her lovely soft ones. We moan together.Her hands caress my sides then she pulls back and finds my boobs. Her fingers play all over them through my shirt. My nipples stand up, and she finds them, stroking them. "Ah yessss," I hiss.She leans back. Before he could react, her lips were against his in a loving embrace and her fingers ran through his hair with a primal urge. He acquiesced to her desire, wrapping the back of her head with his bicep, and inviting her tongue to enter his mouth and greet his own in a saliva-drenched ritual. The wanton lust now seeped throughout her every thought, and she was overwhelmed with her desires. She arched, and popped, and bounced and every moment grew ever more emphatic. She rose up, tilting her head. I was so excited for my first valentine.In general, Every Valentine’s Day feels like a rerun of the year before. The same not-so-original gifts are given, the nice dinner is always eaten, and sex is always had… not that I’m complaining. I just wanted to give her something different and unexpected this year. Something that I knew she’d love and never forget. She’s usually the one who plans everything, but this time I made the reservations at a hotel restaurant and booked a room for us upstairs.. Then with a little cry of ecstasy, Carl unloaded a prodigious spurt of spunk that fountained out of the pee hole of his cock across the shower, impacting the wall and sliding slowly down the marble tile. My orgasm was a couple of seconds behind his, the sight of his spunk spurting from his rampant cock tipping me over the edge, my knees buckling as I squirted my own ejaculate into the legs of my pyjama bottoms, fortunately catching it all before it splashed onto the floor. Seized with a sudden.