I was already moaning with desire when his hand started creeping up the back of my skirt tickling the skin as it moved higher. Reaching the top of my ...egs he hooked his fingers around the top of my tights and ripped them down my legs leaving them pooled at my feet. His fingers resumed their exploration, this time on bare skin, Goosebumps prickling on my skin. My breath as already coming in great gasps when I felt his other hand go wandering. His hand was creeping up my shirt towards my. Petra reads her hot thoughts through her great green eyes, so she offers her horny help for some sexy solution.Precious Princess Petra, see her private photo above, is an expert at erotic writing as her granddad, poet Peter!Petra in Paris: source of some sexy stories to seduce our dear readers into intimate extatic erotic 'dirty dreams':Precious Princess Petra hot & horny hosted Molly Malone, an intriguing as interesting Irish red-hot real redhead.Petra is as smart and quick-witted as her great. Eileen told me to turn over on my stomach before I could pull my pants all the way off. I was then lying on her bed, on my stomach, with my pants and underwear wrapped around my feet. SLAP! “What the fuck!” I yelled. “That’s not a sound, it’s a verb.” “No,” she shot back, “Look it up in OED. It’s a noun as well. Like in the sound of the water slapping up against the bow of a ship.” She continued slapping my bare ass with hard whacks of her open hand. WHACK, WHACK! “You can call it a verb. We have a routine going that works perfect. I’m in university and I have a spare afternoon twice a week. It never fails, every Tuesday and Thursday I’m over at her house stretching her sphincter with my cock and every time we fuck we get kinkier and kinkier. When we met she was a little shy at first when we started talking in a chat room, but once she came around I knew I had to have her. She was totally open about enjoying a thick cock up her butt and complained that her husband wouldn’t do it.