He moaned after a couple of minutes, that's it. Move your head. I pushed forward an inch or two then back a few times. He placed his hands on the back...of my head and pushed. I gagged from him touching my throat as he moved back and forth. Suddenly, he pushed his hips forward, causing me to gagg again. My mouth was filled with warm thick liquid. He didn't release his grip until I swallowed his cum. My nose was running and eyes tearing when I was finally allowed to stand up.As we dried off he. She seemed to reach an altered mental state, intoxicated with sex. Finally, I grabbed a towel, cupping it in my hand beneath her pussy I commanded: "SQUIRT!" and squirt she did! Maybe a half-cup or more, soaking the fistful of towel I held. I tossed it aside, unclipped her hands, and stood her up abruptly, again using her hair as a handle. I kissed her again roughly.I whipped the chair around behind her, between her heels and the bed, placing a fresh towel on the seat and along the base of the. After about ten hard strokes into her fanny, she is holding herself, squeezing her pubes hard, and squirting her love juice into her fingers. I have been misusing her knockers as handles during the hard stroking, which she loves. Now I am gently fondling them. She shudders and presses herself into my palms. I could die so happy. Cathy will hold this position if I insist. But I know that by now it must be tiring for her. I roll her over, and she assumes "the" position, keeping her hands. Her thighs clenched and her legs held me tight — unable to handle any more.Gradually her muscles relaxed, her eyes opened and her legs loosened their vice-like grip on me.“Fuck, I thought you were going to cum with me,” she panted.“Not yet! Why don’t you turn over?” I urged, carefully pulling out.Emily didn’t need to be asked twice and swiftly got onto her hands and knees, her delicious ass inches from me. Spreading her legs she grabbed the low headboard of her bed as I positioned my cock.Now,.