I heard you so slowly looked behind me and threw my full eyelashes. In that second I got a good look at you. Dark well kept hair, piercing green eyes,...much taller than my small 5 foot 6, you being at least 6. You were only in a check shirt and jeans. You looked older than I, in your late twenties and me only being 19. You pounced. You pushed me into the ground headfirst. My hands reached out, breaking my fall, I grunted on impacted and hissed as I grazed my palms on the hard soil underneath. I was wondering if she wanted me to do it her. But when I tried to precipitate she’d block me, and kept doing what she was doing.It wasn’t until a month later that I found out what this awesome feeling was called, or the many different names it had. Geena made me feel so good. I wanted to do it for her, but again she told me no. But she said she was doing it for me because she really likes the way it smells and taste, as she went down and slurped up a huge amount of my sweet juices, then she. ..as my cock pumped out the first wave of creamy white liquid heat and fell across her stomach and breast she uttered something about how hot it felt...I could barely hear her as my eyes were rolling in the back of my head...normally I was a kinda of quiet type...but this experience taught me the value of articulating like a mother bear defending her cubs...as I howled that gutteral tone...she had already been sliding down...sticking out her tongue to catch the next wave not wanting to take the. His cock was still throbbing from his erotic memories of his former fiancée. He squeezed the blonde’s shoulder and steered her to the lobby. She babbled on as they boarded the elevator, a nonstop flow of incoherent chatter that Evan completely tuned out. He didn’t care about a thing she had to say. He just wanted to fuck her. “What’s your name, hon?” he asked, as he swiped the keycard into his hotel door with a casual flick of his wrist, then held the door open, indicating she should enter..