She was wondering when she would tell Ron the good news. However, five minutes after entering the flat there was a knock on the door. Her heart skippe... as she knew it would be Ron (he lived in the lower half of the house so would have heard her come back) and the time had arrived for her to tell him of her decision. She opened the door. Ron was standing there nervously."Hi Lisa," he said, "have you thought about what we talked about last night? If you don't want to then I am sorry I asked. He was fucking her like a man in love, sensually and lovingly but also firmly. He wanted her to feel good first. He was a good man, and handsome too, with a pleasing enough physique and a nice face. His thick but otherwise quite average looking cock thrust partly in and out of her, his balls slapping against the underside like the 'tock' of the tick-tock of a clock.He pulled himself close to her, his fingers raking through her black hair and digging deep, the hands clutching her head tightly.. She tried to control her breathing, but couldnt. She got bold and took a tiny step backwards. She felt his tent on her ass. Soon she felt his warm hands come up to the sides her shoulders. She shivered, she couldnt help it. She then thought she felt a slight pull, pulling her backwards. She got a hot flash up her spine that ended up on her warm face. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, and his body heat on her back. She closed her eyes and leaned back a tiny bit into him. Brad. He lets out a low moan as she exhales slowly & deliberately … wonderful warm breath flooding over him even through the fabric. It is almost more than he can endure, and it takes all his effort not to shove her roughly to the floor and fuck her until her now-drenched pussy is glistening with his cum. But, he has plans for her, and it doesn’t involve her getting away with things THAT easily.She moves her fingers up to push the material of his pants aside, and instantly regrets it as his hand.