I just couldn't get enough, especially when he got that sweet,approving look in his eyes like I was the best little girl in the world. Iwould do anyth...ng to keep that look, even moan far louder than I knew I should. "Ah God, Bambi, I'm gonna cum. Don't stop, baby. Don't stop." Like I couldanyways. His cock felt so good - so huge, stretching me to the point of tearingme, filling me ... I kept grinding my hips against him desperately, savoringevery last cum I could possibly grab. His hand. "She tried to play it bratty. "I don't believe you'll leave if I'm just wearing lingerie." Try it and find out the hard way," I responded.We kept exchanging dirty texts. She'd tease with pics in lingerie. She emphasized she wanted to be used by a man but never had the courage. We agreed a safe word might be a good idea.I showed up an hour after her fiance left for work. I was dressed in jeans and a button-down. I knocked on the door. No response. I knocked again and waited a minute. I. And there was a lot going on.We spent these weekend discovering the joys of man-man sex. It was also when I was able to develop further my love for female underwear.For several weeks, we were satisfied with mutual masturbation. The loads of cum being absorbed by a couple of hand towels. But, I wasn’t satisfied with just jerking each other off. I wanted more. I wanted to have Bob’s cock in my mouth and I wanted to have him shoot his load down my throat. I desperately needed to taste his cum.When. The more she danced and stripped the more my dick continued to grow uncomfortable in my jeans. By the three-peat her blouse had been thrown to the floor, her bra was discarded and she was tweaking her stiff nipples while lightly touching her pussy through the silky fabric. The large wet spot spoke loud and clear that she wanted more than her finger inside those panties and I was listening to her body. I stood up and slowly began to strip naked, keeping my eyes focused unflinchingly on the.