"I guess I'm not too picky. I'd _like_something sporty," she admitted, "like ..." Like this?" Roger finished her comment. "Yeah, I can see you behin... thewheel of a sports car." But," she continued, "insurance gets pretty pricey. I guess I should belooking for something smaller, to get better mileage. Maybe a hatchback,or a small sedan." She thought again. "I'd _like_ to get something withless than eighty thousand miles, if I can. More than that is asking fortrouble."Roger nodded. . The knowledge that she is going to submit her body to me, let me fuck her, use her, make love to her. That feeling is supreme, that feeling of taking her, making her mine. Don't get me wrong, it's not always me on top, or me taking her, that would get old no matter how much a guy might like to dominate his woman. I like it just fine when she's the aggressor, when she is feeling me up and her need is hot between her legs as she climbs on top of me. But this little ditty is about a guy's. His hands gripped her head hard, holding her still as he fought the urge to cum, unloading a short ropey burst of cum into her mouth before he could control himself, pleased that she stopped moving her tongue. "Sorry Cindy, but your mouth is just too good. Don't worry; it was just a little shot. My cock is still hard. There is so much more for you. You still have to take my cock in your throat. Now hold the cum in your mouth, don't swallow it until I tell you. Tongue my cock again."She felt the. I have been craving for sex for years now and today was my lucky day (which I didn’t know that time).I was fixing stuff when my sister’s classmates arrived. The one that really got my eye was Gene. He was wearing a muscle shirt which displayed his hot pits and nipples. I tried not to stare at him for so long because I was already hard as a rock. I can feel my cock tenting and pulsating inside my shorts so I steered away from him and helped my mom set up food.But when he took of his shirt and.