Holding onto me, he walks me over to the couch in front of the fireplace, slowly lowering me, never breaking our connection. He gently pulls away, bot... of us gasping for air. I start to undo his shirt and his pants. He pulls my dress over my head and throws it to the floor. He pulls my face to another kiss and enters me slowly. He grunts as he gently pushes in to the hilt. My head falls back and he nibbles on my neck. I can actually feel him sliding in and out of me. He has an arm wrapped. ”Harry replied “Yeah. That’s Louie, the owner’s son. He’s got an apartment upstairs, but it’s more like he lives in that booth. That’s what happens every night”Bill asked “What’s his secret? He looks totally plain and is dressed like a slob. Is he paying you to slip drugs into the ladies drinks or something?”Harry laughed and shook his head. “I haven’t a clue. He never approaches anyone. He never buys anyone a drink. All he does, all night long, is sit in the booth licking his eyebrows.”bobw40. Her orgasm was as powerful as I have ever experienced and despite my best efforts, a few moments later she pitched herself forward and off of my cock and then sank to the ground, rolling onto her back, legs all splayed out.I was not done and as she lay there on her back torn between panting and giggling, I knelt down and picked one of her legs up while straddling the other, she looked at me as if to ask what the fuck and then looked at my cock as I aimed it at her still throbbing pussy. With no. She hooked her leg over his, slid an arm under his shoulder, and reached down to place him inside her.There, she thought. I knew we could make it work.Face to face, feeling the planes of his body all down her own, feeling his cock plumbing her depths, was like heaven. She kissed at his neck and ear, the only part of him she could reach, but it was hard to concentrate with all that sex going on. The penetration was perfect: he was at a sharp enough angle that his shaft brushed against her clit.