”Over the next few minutes, the doula unpacked her collection of oils and perfumes, and spoke gently about the hidden benefits of massage. The man w...tched her intently as she did.“Do you have any questions?” she asked.“Oh.” the man said, and the doula felt as though she’d let him down. “That’s it?”“Well...”“I thought you were going to show me.”“Of course,” she said. “Give me your hands, and I’ll walk you through the...”“No,” he interrupted. “I thought you were going to massage me.”A flicker of. The look on his face and his voicesuggested passion. He stuttered, his mouth dry from the anticipation ofwhat was to come, "Stan, let me wash you standing." But it wasn't thewashing that became important. He lathered my back and my front andembraced me passionately. His mouth sought out mine and we kissed deeply.Our tongues intertwined and our bodies rubbed sensuously together. Our hardcocks rubbed together and our hands sought out our assholes and balls inthis passionate rubbing of bodies. He. My cock was now slamming in and out of her like a piston in an engine! She even started to push back! Her head fell forward, bobbing to and fro as I pounded her from behind. Moans were escaping her lips, "yeah, do it, fuck me harder, faster." Loved to hear her talk sexually explicit and I responded how good my cock felt up her ass. She told me how good it was as she climaxed.I don't know why, I slapped her ass and she started moaning, "fuck me, spank me" over and over again, and she told me how. Large, yes, but perfectly proportioned with each white cheek hiding the delights in between. She had tilted her hips so that her mound was easily accessible to his excited prodding. As he watched, Mrs. Hoopenlicker reached down between her thighs and ran a solitary finger along her hairy slot.Quickly, he dropped his trousers and stepped out of them leaving his heavy bell end swinging lustily in tingling anticipation. Below, he could feel his testes beginning to churn in their mottled sac as he.