He grabbed hold of her flowing hair with both hands and pulled her backwards preventing her from moving away from his rock-hard cock. At this point of...no return, Doris started to float into a nice orgasm and didn't mind that Gallagher was in her back door instead of stroking her needy pussy instead.He flooded her with his seeds and collapsed onto her sturdy back. Doris shook her hips and managed to shake him off like an unwanted cover in the middle of the night."Now, Gallagher, I want to hear. In no time at all I was stroking as fast as my hips could move and when my orgasm hit I kept thrusting as I felt my cum shooting into her.Then my cock got too sensitive and I stopped moving and just relaxed on top of her. It would have been great to just relax and savor the moment but Mike immediately said “Move it! My turn.”I rolled off feeling too relaxed to even try standing. Mike was on top of her almost before I could get out of the way and slipped in and began stroking right away. No. ‘Well, the bra seems to have stayed on, just about,’ she concluded to her horny audience of one. ‘But what if I were running to catch a bus?’ With that, she broke into a jog on the spot. Her bust wobbled this way and that, left and right, barely contained within the creaking, overtaxed bra, eventually settling into a precarious rhythm of squash then stretch, wobble then jiggle, bounce then slap. Ordinarily she hated the way this happened, not just running but even simply walking down the. With both thumbs and forefingers he began tenderly grasping my areola at the base of my nipple and pinching and pulled across my areola in opposite directions like tracing the spokes on a miniature wagon wheel. It felt like small sparks of electricity being shot from my nipple to my toes. I could feel the tingling through my whole body. Next he pinched my now erect nipple with his oiled thumbs and forefingers again and tugged and pulled it several times as he slid his fingers off. With each.