Maybe just horny after a bad sexual experience."What's silly about having sex with me? Greg didn't satisfy me and Mom isn't here for you. Maybe we're ...upposed to be here alone. Those things happen." I'm sure they do." Not. "But not to us." Why not? Check out my tits before you decide." She let the towel slide."No!" I grabbed the edge and tugged it back up. That put my hand against her chest."If you want to feel them, that's okay. Greg skipped foreplay and went straight to assault."Greg was an. And you've fucked how many girls? Jesus, how did any of them manage to get the head in? It's the size of a fucking fist." Well it takes a lot of lube, but it usually goes in eventually. It's funny, once I really start fucking you can see the outline of my cock pumping up into their womb. Ha, I remember this one chick I fucked was so small that I seriously almost ripped through her womb, into her stomach. I didn't of course because that would have killed her, but she was cumming so hard that she. She obliged with a string of photos detailing her climbing into a full bath and then playing with her breasts, specifically her nipples, underwater. After washing up and draining the tub, she spread her legs and pressed her fingers into her pussy. It was wet and welcoming. She sent close-ups of her face as she moaned, biting her lips and throwing her head back.She even caught a picture of her own face in the middle of an orgasm; her eyes bugged as she stared down at her own crotch. There was a. She was as if bent on getting me hard with her actions like playing with her hair…etc but i controlled myself. I did not had in mind to have sex with her on the first meeting so we talked a lot and drank some wine. I later dropped her to the hotel and she thought that i was not good enough to drive home as i was bit sleepy and invited me to her room for a coffee.My wicked mind woke up and went with her. It was a cozy suite; we sat on the sofa and chatted while the coffee was coming. I suddenly.