I helplessly moan into her mouth in response and I can feel her smile against my lips. ‘Alyssa’, I murmur against her mouth, not wanting to break...away from her delicious mouth completely. I’m not even totally sure what I was going to say but before I can decide if I’m gong to put a halt to what we’re doing or ask for more, she separates from me far enough to respond, ‘Please, Michael. Don’t stop, baby.’ The need in her voice, the desire brimming from those beautiful eyes, is more than I can. Up and down my hand went. Stopping every now and then to smear the pre-cum down to the underside of my now throbbing shaft. I glanced down at the picture, the brunette with her firm tits and lightly trimmed pussy. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to cum for her or for the camera. I just knew I wanted to cum. I glanced up at the viewfinder to make sure I was still centered in the frame. Damn, even that excited me. I stopped stroking my cock just long enough to massage my bloated balls. I was actually. The next morning, my hubby dropped me off at Fred's place while on his way to work. We kissed and he reminded me to tell him the good news in the night and told me to see my handbag. After he was gone, I looked into my handbag and found three packets of cap. My hubby was so into it that I did not want to disappoint him too. He firmly put it inside my mind what I should do today and not that I would not do either.That evening the moment he stepped into the house, he started to ask me the. "Well, I'm Mia," she introduces herself, shaking your hand. "Nice to meet you. Rachel and Madison are in the kitchen, c'mon."You follow Mia through the nicely, if femininely decorated sitting room to the kitchen, where the other two housemates seem to be preparing some sandwiches. Mia clears her throat, "Hey! Eyes up, girls!" Oh, hi," a tall, tan-skinned blonde answers, looking curiously at you. It's completely impossible to avoid ogling her bulging cleavage, which is nearly level with your.