I rolled her over and got her on all fours. I then placed my mouth over that tiny pink hole and let my tongue swirl around her button and then I stuck...it in as far as I could. She told me that I was a nasty dirty old man and that she knew that I might like doing filthy things with her and that's why she had come over to my house. I didn't really pay attention to what she was saying so much as to what her young tender body was doing.Finally, I rolled her back over and stuck my cock in her mouth. At one point I am certain the door creaks open and I still my breathing as I focus on every miniscule sound until, eventually, I convince myself that the door clicks shut and soft padding footsteps wander away from my hidey-hole.Of course there is an inevitability as to what must occur; at some point I must rise and peek out, flushed and embarrassed, to apologise for my arrival and to thank my unstained hostess for her generosity … but there is a joy in procrastination and a delight in feeling. You can be as defiant as you want, but in the end, I will own you.” I began to calm down as she stroked my cock with one hand and my hair with the other. “Good boy” she soothingly whispered. “If I remove your gag will you be quiet?”I shook my head yes. She used both hands to remove my gag as I stared into her eyes and beautiful red wet lips. I stayed quiet. She went back to slowly and softly stroking my cock. I closed my eyes and reveled in the pleasure she brought to life inside me. “See how. “Ooh, you like that, so wet,” Portia murmured softly. “Do you like this too?” Maddie groaned as fingers slipped inside her slick tunnel, thrusting deep. Sloppy sucking noises accompanied each thrust, the sound syncopated against her shallow breathing and rapid, booming heartbeat. Her pussy dripped, the pearly droplets lubricating the escort’s movements. Already aroused from her encounter with something old, her sex throbbed. Exquisite sensations rippled through her and the unmistakable waves of.