He was one horny fucker and I couldn’t handle it. He’d been living with me now for just two weeks and he was doing my head in. The sexual tension ...as unbearable. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he kept his jeans on. He’s one of those lads who walks about the flat in just his boxers or undies or whatever he’s wearing. I’d be like keeping my eyes off him in case I got a boner. Then one afternoon I came home and he was sprawled out on the rug in front of the fire, lying on his stomach, reading a. In my mind’s eye I visualised us together in the marital bed, Neil was thrusting into me, forcing my legs up almost crushing my breasts and drilling his cock deep inside I even smiled at the thought of Neil fulfilling me sexually and remembered how prominent his hard lumpy erection felt that night .His cock felt large, in comparison to Phil’s it felt huge. Im my minds eye I was picturing myself kneeling before him, sucking his manhood into my crimson mouth and licking the veiny cock. This. I figured what the fuck, he was good at giving head so I can get mine without fucking him and he is old so I know he will be done once he cums once anyway. I win, and then I go home. He unzipped my pants and rapidly pulled them down my legs. He moved my panties aside and mashed his face hard against my hot, wet, pussy. His tongue pressed on my clit as he sucked vigorously. I feel him reaching for his cock, unzipping his slacks and wiggling to free his cock. I could tell by his movement. You kissed them and sucked them as if they were the last ones you would ever touch. Then as fast as the wins you were down in my pussy liking and kissing and putting your fingers inside of me. While you played with my clitoris I felt like I was going to faint. It was as if you had taken every part of my strength and drained it out of me from by vagina. I could not stop moaning I loved the way you were making me feel. I was moaning so hard that it got you going again. Your.