She was dripping. Now I knew what people meant when they said a woman was wet. I stroked in and out a few times before she said, “That’s enough, l...t’s do it.”She lay down on the bed and spread her legs. Her pussy was glistening with her juice. The hair was wet. Everything was wet. I looked at her face, and this 35-year-old aunty now looked like a teenager. That look of lust and vulnerability in her eyes. I placed myself over her.This was it. I was going to lose my . She held my dick and guided. It was as if he was forcing himself to talk as a baritone. "I'll stand. You called this meeting. You can't do anything for me, Uri. I'm here to find out if Vlad has the balls to call me a rat to my face," I snarled. Uri forced a laugh and replied, "I'd be careful what you ask for, Dante. Vlad is Special Forces. He'll cut you up and feed you to the crocodiles at the zoo." "Take a number and get in line. I've been threatened to be cut up and fed to mammals, fish, and now reptiles. I couldn't. It looked like she waxed it few days before only.I started licking her dripping pussy, and she started kissing my cock and licking. I was on top of her, giving me good control to lick her pussy across and stimulate the clitoris. First, she started slowly, and over time, she became aggressive in sucking my cock.She was giving a very good deep throat. We both are on cloud nine. Her pussy started oozing. The taste of her pussy made me crazy. As I was about to reach climax, I pulled out from her. Sherrie stood at the sink, her towel covering but highlighting the curves of her small ass. It always reminds me of two halves of an apricot when I see it.Mine looks more like a pear, I think...a small pear, I guess. Sherrie often says she envies my small round waist. Her torso is sinewy and a little bit V shaped but very flat. Most girls don't have a six pack but hers, however faint, is always visible. My stomach shows a 'two pack' on my good days.The rustling and clinking of Sherrie's.