The way that the sex itself was so incredibly hot and the immediate aftermath was so unbelievably cold. Though in a weird way, it also made him want t... have sex with her even more. It wasn't that Paul had ever wanted a relationship with Marcy, because he hadn't, not in a million years. But he did have needs that their little trysts weren't fulfilling: like the need for tenderness, the need for a sense of deeper intimacy. Hell, even just the need to feel like he was actually liked, not just. I answered it to Mack carrying the bike over his shoulder, his biceps glistening and pecs bulging under his t shirt. I blushed, remembering the sight of his face as I came the other day. I mumbled something incoherent and stood aside to let him through. He placed his hand on my waist as he leant in to kiss me hello on the cheek, but I couldn’t get my head straight and just flinched away awkwardly. He paused as if about to say something but instead just disappeared upstairs to put the bike. I go for the apple on the counter and have at it. “Hey pumpkin,” I hear from the other room. I watch his sexy body as he walks through the door. “How was your day?” he asks me. I set down the apple and slowly creep nearer. “I missed you,” I pout. He smiles as I put my arms around him. I press my pussy against his upper thigh and can feel his hard penis near my stomach. “You know, I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he growls. “I’ve been thinking about you too,” I assure him with a. She wanted to taste his cum and take it all down her throat, but he pulled her up off his cock and lifted her under her arms standing her up briefly before grasping her ass and sitting her on the sink. The back of her head slammed against the mirror, legs apart, arms braced on either side her, cunt wide open, waiting for him to drive his cock into her dripping pussy. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her forward. She wrapped her legs around his waist him holding tight, ankles locked; arms.