His low moans gathering in intensity with each downward stroke her mouth and hands make. She slowly suckles his head for a last time, coming up for a...r. The burning need in his eyes reflected in her eyes. She positions herself above him and slowly slides down on him. His hands moves from her breasts to her hips, as he tries to push her down hard on his shaft. His need and want for her burning out of control. She smiles and pushes his hands back to her breasts. Rocking her hips slowly, she. “Tell me that you’re my little pussy-worshipping slave.” Shewas really getting into it now.“I’m your little pussy-worshipping slave.” I felt my facegrow red as I said it.“And you love worshipping my body.” She said.“And I love worshipping your body.” I repeated.“Good slut.” She praised me as she grabbed my hair andpulled my face up into her crotch.She held my face their for a moment, and then let my headfall back to. She was showing her age butwas still respectable and with the magic of makeup would soon betransformed into a presentable, if slightly sluttish, middle-aged woman.She giggled to herself and realised she was slightly drunk.Michele went through the labour of applying her foundation; she had aproduct from Max Factor which closely matched her skin colour but coveredup the few scars and blemishes that she had acquired during in her life.Next she liberally coated her face and neck with face powder. "I wonder." Mamoru thought as he dashed into the school's teacher lounge on the second floor and then to a window. He then dumped it out the window into Ranma's head. A girlish shriek turned into a male giggling grin."You want a piece of me, huh." Ranma smiled as he posed in his pre-attack martial arts stance. With lighting speed he attacked his would be attackers. Mamoru was more than impressed at the way his stepbrother took out the two and left them out cold on the school ground."Thanks for.