I feel joined with her, like when she rides me slow and deep, the intimate coupling just as much spiritual as physical. She is looking inside my very ...oul and I can tell she sees that I am close to cumming. My hand continues to stroke quickly, soapy and slick. Back and forth, back and forth. My balls are tightening and drawing upwards. Back and forth. I hear a voice – a guttural groan. “Oh God”. My own voice, somehow distant and disjointed. Four more words. “Cum for me, baby”. Her voice,. "I wonder if I might have a moment of your time."Sighing inwardly Tom stopped packing the box on his desk and said, "What do you want Orion? You should be happy, the school is putting me out to pasture and that means that you will get my job at last." I'm sorry about that Tom," Orion said not daring to look his former friend in the eyes. "I didn't want it to happen this way." As you can see," Tom said pointing at a box that sat on top of his desk. "I am in the process of removing myself from. I hurt her by my over eagerness as we joined. She tried to give me head but choked as she tried to deep throat me. We put elbows in each other’s ribs. But! Lest it seem that I was disappointed, do not be deceived. What we lacked in experience we made up for with passion. What we lacked in physical skill we overcame with the newness of the event. We totally possessed each other. We exchanged heart, mind and soul. . . . . When my time to reach a climax came I wanted only to plant my seed in the. Her hair had fallen out of her bun, her glasses hanging crookedly from her face. It was not the stereotypical transformation of the bookish to beautiful, but her last ability to present even a pretense of control, disappearing into sweaty, disheveled lust the second Nicole shut the door. She was stripping off her clothes, rubbing her clit against the corner of the desk, needing the rough edge against her to feel anything with the warm semen web covering her from her bustline down. Renee gripped.