She looked in his eyes now. "Yes ... I think I do. I shouldn't, but I need to feel ... good." You confuse me. It sounds like you want this, but you do...'t want this. What does this mean?"She was standing close to him. When she spoke, her voice was low ... conspiratorial."My people ... touch each other like that ... like you did ... but only sometimes. Only when they're married. My husband is dead. And I am not married to you, so my people would say that letting you touch me is wrong. But I want. She is sweating profusely. It is so fucking erotic watching her body and hearing her beg for mercy.The time has come for me to dick this pussy down. I don't know if I'll get this again, so I'm going to make sure she remembers this fucking. I turn the vibrator on high so I can go and get something. I tell her to stay on the fucking bed. I cannot believe how much this bitch has cum. I go to my play drawer and get a spiked silicone cock sleeve. It makes my dick so fucking hard that it's painful. ..that feels so good. I'm so fucking hot and you're so hard. I've needed to be fucked all afternoon. Fuck me now, baby. Fuck me." I slid my hands up to cup and squeeze her breasts through the silky thin top. She was doing all the work. With the muscles in those dancer's legs she moved herself up and down. Her pussy taking in every inch of my cock with the down stroke. Looking over her shoulder I could see the waitress peeking around the corner of the alcove, watching us fuck. She looked right. He stopped the thrusts, and so did she. He tentatively slid inside, and her finger followed suit. As he began the motions again, she followed suit, her palm carefully massaging the sac. His thrust became wild and emphatic. He was being pushed over and into the abyss of pleasure. His cock expanding and hardening, she felt filled just right, with the friction just right at her portal to send her over too. But as she was cumming, she looked at the man cumming inside her. She could see the.