I told him that I love chousing lunds; so today let me just chouse your lund and next time he can choud me. I could feel his motti unglis in my choot ...nd my legs weakening. While finger fucking me, he told me that many women wasn’t able to make him cum in their mouth because his lund is hard to chouse. But before going any further, he asked me to walk with him to a nearby store. We walked into store, where he picked small oil bottle. I was getting much wetter because I knew that oil was for me. I can control how much lube I put on her, I want enough to ease mypenetration but I want it still to hurt her a little. More pain fromanal makes the sissy cry... A huge turn-on. I want to control how deepI go inside her, hear her gasp, groan and moan. I like to know that sheis enduring the pain to please me and that she knows that it is only mypleasure that matters here.I will ram her hard and deep and if she makes too much noise I will usemy ball-gag on her. I will use her mouth and cunt as I. Since we didn’t have total privacy, we only made out and I rubbed her (very wet) pussy for a bit. She was so turned on that I was able to make her orgasm that way. She surprised me by asking if she could Skype with her husband real quick before I left? I said sure and stood out of sight so that she could surprise him with my presence there. She told him that she was just calling to let him know that she had just had an orgasm. When he responded by saying that was awesome, she revealed that it. Our mouths met in the mist, tongues exploring, softly, deeply, lips touching, bodies caressing. Two souls exploring, mingling, becoming one. Her hands caress as do mine, at once gentle and firm. Offering and taking, on a cloud of mist, we join together, coupling, fusing, entering. We dance as one. Our sleepy breathing increases. Chests heave softly in sleep, bodies move in unison, soft moans of pleasure escape unknown. Our dancing hastens, mist swirls around us, hiding, exposing, in perfect.