And that was exactly how he now was. He behaved exactly as expected.He pulled me close and stuck his tongue down my throat. His beard scratched my lip... – at least that's how it felt. He pulled up my sweater and released my breasts. He touched them, his huge hands literally dug into my flesh. Even as he squeezed my nipples between his fingernails and pulled me through the basement room, I really enjoyed it. I instinctively knew that I had discovered something great through him, something that. You like to put out, don’t you, sweetheart?’ She nodded. ‘Fuck,’ he said, pounding her harder. ‘I thought so, I thought so, precious.’ She studied him fucking her. His body was working hard and she lifted her hips up to meet his thrusts. He was looking down at the fucking – his cock going in and out, in and out. Oh. He loved to fuck and she loved to fuck too. She could tell by the look on his face that he loved to screw his little girl, his sweet little piece of ass that would put out for him,. Looking down at you, I’m so aroused by the way you sit, in just your pants, with your shirt open, allowing me to see the way your boobs rise and fall as you breath. I feel your fingers at my jeans, as you unbutton them, pulling the zip slowly down over the bulge in my jeans. I moan as your hands reach inside caressing me through my boxers. My cock twitches inside at every finger tip which brushes it. I stagger slightly as you cup my balls, leaning back against the wall.You follow me, moving up. Her hands tangled in his hair and she pulled his lips against her. The young man’s lips journeyed from one erect nipple to its mate, then back, evoking more impassioned sounds and increasingly insistent movements from his partner. While his lips worked on the woman’s breasts, Bobby slid his hand over her smooth, flat belly and unfastened the snap at the waist of her jeans. With the snug pants loosened, he was able to slide his hand inside them and did, exploring, seeking her center. The woman.