I can feel your cock in my mouth... Head first... Then shaft... Oh my how good it feels... Just like fuckin my pussy but i can almost touch your balls...with my tongue.... I hold on to your thighs as you pull me on. And force myself off so only the head is in my mouth and i begin sucking... Just like a twister... Running my tongue along every vein...oh how i want to ride your now enlarged cock i decide i want some pussy action... I look up at you and say please.. Touch my pussy... Shes very very. Just in case she didn't I explained, "I don't like wearing a swimsuit. I don't even own one!" Gwen gazed longingly at the water and I said, "Go ahead, help yourself. I won't even look."Her response wasn't quite what I expected, "And leave me out there all by myself. I don't think so! Either someone swims with me or I don't swim at all. I don't know anything about this neighborhood." But I just told you I don't even have a suit to put on." I reminded her.Giggling, Gwen said, "Don't worry, you. I had to carry on performing for him. I needed to get him to finish. I squirmed my bum, I backed to his thrusts. I was loosening off and so tried to clench to grip and give more friction to milk his very come. "URRGGHH. Take that Jill you whore!" With a big thrust he locked onto me and held my hips hard. I was pressed against the cold Formica bulkhead and he spasmed. And spasmed. And held me. He shuddered and gave a final couple of humps then fell on top of me. Within a minute he was. Anyway, I told Todd we’d meet in the living room, to get it all on camera, and I’d flirt as much as I needed until he either fucked me or he got pissed and left. Joe, typical sales name, had mentioned once that I had a sweet accent (before coming to California to attend college, I grew up on the beach in North Carolina and still have a slight accent) and I figured there was at least a small chance he’d succumb to my charms. As I started the video, I took off my clothes and rested on the bed in.