Your fingers trace the familiar trail from my nipples to my warm, wet cunt; and as you press into me, I exhale in a low growl. Increased intensity fue...s your agression and you nip sharply at the flesh on my back. The bites both pique and inflame my skin, and the moments that separate the torture from the welt soothing kisses, seem like a delicious eternity. Your fingers tug and pinch my labia, rolling them, slipping in and out of them to dip into my wetness. You deftly circle my clit, brushing. He would have preferred to work at his computer in AutoCAD to making love. Hank dimly realized that sex was necessary if a couple wanted to make a baby. And he really wanted a child though I couldn't imagine why, given his inability to express love. I didn't mind his coldness any more than the original soul who inhabited this body did. I was deeply in love with Kenny, my best friend's husband. I definitely did not wish to get pregnant. It was so ironic that Hank and Sally were both cold. "Okay, Jen, I promise I'll do my best for you! Like you, I'm not going to risk Mum and Dad catching us, but tell me when you are ready." Thanks, Jon, that means a lot to me!"She leant over and kissed me on the cheek, I started the engine, and we went home.Mum had left us a ham salad plated up in the fridge, so we ate that, and half of a pork pie that we spotted lurking behind it, and went up to the bathroom for our shower.After washing each others' backs, instead of just soaping up my chest,. Her cunt clenching at his cock, every cell in her body suddenly electrified, she pushed her hips back hard into him one last time before he exploded inside of her, bathing her tight pussy walls in his semen, collapsing against her as she collapsed against the cool metal of the car door. They stood like that for several minutes, before she straightened up, smoothing her dress down over her legs once more. He was breathing hard, leaning against a neighbouring car, watching her, his damp cock.