Her lips were soft. Just full enough to make the perfect fit with his, he thought. Their lips parted. It seemed like an hour that she stared into his ...yes as he stared into hers. There were no words. Only trembling, and the water wasn't cold.This time she wrapped both arms around him and kissed him full on the mouth. Still, both of their lips remained closed. Her eyes were closed also. But he was watching her glistening brown body as the water lapped around her shoulders, and waned, as if her. It was so intense, she almost fainted in pleasure and her orgasms were so strong and wet. Sometimes, she peed herself.One evening after a heavy session of fucking, we were relaxing on our bed, just talking. She was laying against my right side and using her right hand to reach down and gently stroke my half-erect cock. With my left hand, I was fingering her damp pussy. 'Darling,’ she whispered seductively into my ear. She often spoke like a sweet young girl in a voice that made men’s cocks. After a min. Or two, she texted me, saying, that there’s no water in their bathroom, and if she could use mine. I said of course. She came instantly as if standing outside my door. She was looking damn hot in her shorts and a crop top. I closed the door after she stepped in. I pushed her against the door and started smooching. I was on cloud 9 as our tongues were exploring each other’s mouth. She jumped up and climbed up on me. I grabbed her ass and took her to bed. I pulled off her top, tear. "Jonas hung his head in a gesture of ultimate fatigue, "Thule, you could have been like a son to me. Why?"Thule felt tears welling up in his eyes, but he didn't break eye contact. Miserably, he said, "Because she deserved it."In the gathering darkness, Thule never saw Jonas' fist until it was inches from his face. He managed to turn only a little and caught it square in the left eye. He went reeling and then sprawling backwards onto the ground.Standing over Thule in a boxer's stance, Jonas said.