She wiggled her ass impatiently, wanting to experience intercourse with her friend. “I’m ready, fuck me now, Stace, do it!”Stacy pulled back on ...he fat cock and then pushed it back in again. She slowly slid and out until she found her rhythm. She then fucked her friend slowly and steadily. She felt very dominant right now. She imagined this was how a man would feel, fucking a soft, submissive woman lying underneath him. She loved it! Stacy looked down at the long, fat cock extending from her. Sharing your canvassed pocket of silence. Somehow occupying the whole universe for your restless mind. 'No harm in it.' Your mother had said, 'you'd shared beds before, and there was no time to get the other one repaired.' Even then your heart had skipped at the prospect, now it lay before you as reality. A soft sound broke your mesmer, a rumble, almost a moan, from the sibling before you. Her loose, white and widenecked t-shirt slipped further, baring yet more skin to the cool air. You almost. He felt her squeezing his spasming member with her thighs. She finally broke the kiss, and stared at his face. "Oh Dave, do you think... I mean, could you try it? I'll make it good for you, baby. You don't have to... just let me make love to you. We... oh I must look a mess."She did. The heavy mascara was streaked, her lipstick smeared, the red hair tangled. She was watching him as they both gasped hard. She was damn heavy, he thought. He felt her hand grip his throbbing prick. He saw a big,. Mein samjh gaya ki ye bhi chahti hai mujhse kuch.Phir mein dhire dhire uske pass aane laga aur phir uska haath pakad liya usne mujhse kuch nahi kaha dhire dhire mein uske boobs dabane laga uske boons kafi bade aur kadak the. Mujhe bhi kafi maja aa raha tha aur usse bhi phir mein uske lips pe kiss karne laga usmein josh aa gaya tha woh mere shirt ke button kholne lagi lekin usse button nahi khul rahe the tu usne meri shirt ko faad diya mein bhi pure josh mein tha mein ne uska kurta uatara phir.