After it went in she sat on top of my waist. She placed her legs forward so that she can move up and down with the support of her legs. Then leaned ba...k and placed her hands behind her on my chest for better support. Then started moving up and down. I held her waist to make the movement smooth.The more speed gained the more she enjoyed from the fucking. I was just lying there and enjoying the pleasure. Sometimes I would put my hands in front of her on her boobs and squeeze them heavily. I would. I also realized that I was naked, disheveled, and was wearing a sleep mask. The odds of anyone recognizing me (assuming they perused porn sites) were pretty small, especially as I was widely known, behind my back and often to my face, as the Ice Queen. No one would credit it was me.With that, I started to relax – and realized that, if anything, I was even wetter than before. I blushed again, but it was clear that the idea of being on display appealed to me in a way that I might feel ashamed of,. Fuck the kids. His sons at least wouldappreciate his choice of new wives, and hell, she would probably givethem a ride too if he told her to. She was a pro. Matt felt good thathe had found a way to improve Chris Silverstein's life. It would bemuch easier to play the part she was dressed for now.Bubbles bobbed and slurped and relaxed her throat just like she hadbeen taught. Matt had read her in a moment, and saw the frustrationat her family and friend's condescension. Barbara Pope had worked. It was a mix just a bit disgusting.As we sat, the screen flickered into life and the film began.Soon I became aware of someone sitting in the seat next to me.He was a black guy; a very huge one…I looked at Terence; but he was focused on the film. I looked forward and I then noticed it was Swedish film; a porn one…My Black Master turned his head and he kissed me passionately.I felt his strong hand on my tits; my nipples got hard in response. My red lips parted and I began to breath slightly.