I groan and slide my hand out from your passage, replacing it with my head. My thumb strokes your clit and I look into your eyes, pressing my lips to ...ours.Slowly, so slowly, I press into your tight little pussy. Inch by inch I slide in, until I'm all of the way in you, holding you still with one hand on your soft thigh, the other pressed against your clit. Hold onto me, baby girl. She whimpered and slid the vibrator slowly into herself, wishing it were him. It shook inside her as she carefully. His favorite part is coming up, before she washes she takes care of her womanly needs. Up on a shower shelf she takes down her little massager. Green like her eyes she slides it onto her finger as he slides his cock out of his pants. He's always thought of himself as below average until he measured it one day(the ruler's in the table drawer with the binoculars beside the chair). Seven and 5/8th inches, pretty respectable he thought from then after. She starts working on herself with one. Maybe with 27 or 28 years of age and damn hot. I wanted to have sex with her from the moment I saw her.I kept staring at her assets and she noticed me few times. She was talking to a couple about her and I came to know that she was married and have a 4-year kid and was going to Delhi to visit her husband. I know I didn’t have any chance as her station arrives mid night but thanks to Indian railways train got delayed by 8 hours.I kept staring and she used to smile when she looked at me. I don’t. ”“What’s up?”“I was sitting here feeling kinda lonely, and was wondering if you were free tonight. Are you?” Dexter asked.Amber giggled. “I’m never free for lonely men.”“I don’t mean like that,” Dexter said. “I was wondering if you wanted to get together tonight. Are you busy?”“As a matter of fact, I am,” Amber said.“Okay,” Dexter said. “I was hoping we could go listen to some jazz, or something.”Amber said, “Why don’t I swing by your place after I finish up with my client? It shouldn’t be too.