She moved my hands, which had been hanging limp by my side, and made it clear what my next job was. I deftly flicked open the clasp of her bra and it ...umbled off her chest, releasing her boobs, which were olive-skinned like the rest of her body, with her nipples only slightly darker. She shuffled the bra off her shoulders and down her arms while repositioning us so that her ass was just inches from his face. She moved my hands again, clamping them over her boobs that were now hanging freely. A hand undid the hooks on my bra and then glided across my back round to my breast.I'm not the biggest but my breasts are a handful and he started squeezing them using his thumb and finger to play with my nipple, pinching them, elongating them, driving me wild. I had no fight left in me. I just wanted him to take me, do what he wanted with me, and hopeful satisfy me better than my husband ever had.As he played with my tits I pushed my chest out slightly so he could get a better feel and I let. We both paused to let my hole adjust to his cock head and then slowly he started going deeper and deeper until his pelvic was touching my ass cheeks and again a pause to let my hole relax and it seemed he was thicker then I thought.Then he slowly started sliding out and in with little strokes and was driving me nuts from the feeling I told him I need a real good fucking and we started pumping in rhythm and speeding up and we were both grunting and moaning and before long the loud slapping of. It had been about a week since I had last masturbated and I was feeling pretty worked up. I tried to rub my cock at night but the last couple of nights I had been to busy and then to tired too. I was working on this art project that I hoped got me into college in the fall. I have been working on it all year and now with college only a few months away I needed this project to be finished. I was pushing really hard to complete it. “Your thing is rubbing against my pussy.” She quickly added. She.