"Fuck me, Ryan. Fuck me. Ohh fuck me."Ryan obliged, pinning her to the desk. The harder he pressed, the more she moaned. He gritted his teeth. "Oh you...like that, huh?" Yes. Love it… when you… hold me," she gasped between thrusts.Keeping one hand on her shoulder, Ryan reached to his waist and unsnaked his belt from the loops. "Give me your hands." What?" Do you trust me?"She exhaled as he rammed into her, eventually forcing out a breathy, "Yes." Then give me your hands."She faltered, uncurled. ”They shook hands before Alicia led them into the dining area and to a table in the back corner.I was right. This is kind of an upscale restaurant, Will said as he took in the décor. Soft music played in the background along with dimmed lighting to give the entire restaurant a look that invited romance. All of the tables were covered in floor-length white tablecloths with candles and a vase with a red rose.Will pulled her chair out before he sat down, feeling a bit underdressed in jeans and a. Except for the most shy, it was always used that way. There were five of us guys, hot and dirty, and hoping we’d get lucky by finding a few women to swim with, or maybe watch basking on the rocks. I was in my twenties, and my brother and friends were a couple of years younger, and though we were disappointed to find ourselves alone, we still had a fine time drinking a little beer, cooling off in the water, and sitting naked, warming back up on the hot rocks. We decided to leave and go someplace. She lowered her face so that she could see his big red cockhead vanish into her tit channel, then come looming out again. As the mastiff humped upward, the head of his cock was pushing almost into her face. Molly was cross-eyed as she turned her vision to stare at the throbbing slab of his prick knob.Her lower lip was trembling.She suddenly realized that her tongue was running back and forth across her mouth and that, if the doggy shot his wad at that moment, it was going to splash right on her.