I wasn’t sure what to do so I kept thrusting slowly while she texted back some excuse. She tossed the phone away from her and began to moan a little...louder than before. I held my hand flat under her breast just low enough that her nipple rubbed back and forth across it while I thrust into her. I then started to touch her clit hoping to make her cum soon. Before that could happen her mother called this time and out of instinct she answered, trying to contain her panting while she told lie after. I noticed she had new tattoos – a ring on her left forearm, under her elbow, and an arrow behind her right arm, close to the right shoulder blade. She’d used the winter months to get inked.KK: It’s a wonder that you didn’t grow cobwebs in your pussy.Manvi: You forget I have a husband.Entering her, I wished to last at least 5 minutes the first time. I was super excited, and I hadn’t seen (let alone met) any chick as hot as her in the past year. As if reading my mind, she said:Manvi: It’s ok if. I loved her so much. I loved making her cum.My tongue, pierced by a silver stud, slid through her pussy lips. I knew where to lick her and caress her. I had mastered the art of cunnilingus. My thighs squeezed together as I savored worshiping my Mistress's pussy."That's it, slut," hissed Angela. "Work that tongue in and out of me. Make me cream your mouth. You're a fucking whore."I moaned in delight. I was. I loved this. I shoved my tongue deep into her pussy, letting the hard stud caress her. I think they are only allowed one crack at you and if they fail, so be it. When we got outside the orderly claimed it was his knock-off time and anyway he had an important staff meeting and he had to go. Lying bastard, he was just pissed off that he hadn't properly got me with his one shot. I'd get him too when I was fit again.With my bag and baggage heaped beside me I was left sitting, immobile, in a wheelchair outside in the wind with not a taxi in sight. God it was cold but good after not.