I continue to finger your swelling pussy now with two fingers as I pump my hips with your rhythmic pulls. I take my t-shirt off, stand there naked, a... we mutually masturbate one another. With no words used you motion my hand to coax me to get on the bed, to slip my hardness into your wetness. We both shutter as I do, feeling the heat the comes with each thrust. I lean down and kiss your lips to taste the wanting in your body. The excitement builds as the thrusts are rapid. Your slick muscle. Yeah, Barry was about to cum in his mother's mouth and she intended to swallow every drop. This is one load of sperm that little bitch won't get Lucy thought as she gulped her son's tribute and felt it slide down her throat."Thanks, Mom. That was great," Barry said enthusiastically."My pleasure," Lucy responded. "Any time you feel the need is all right with me." It amused the woman to think that Karen might not get the morning fuck she'd be expecting from Barry.It didn't occur to Lucy until. (I think you can detect that from my hardness against your belly.) But I do enjoy the hug and the union of our spirits that the clasp of our bodies symbolizes. When I stroke your skin, I want more; but I do delight in the smoothness of your skin, especially the smooth skin of your sweet breasts. And I do cherish the trust that you show me in allowing me to touch that smoothness. When I play with your nipples, I want more; but I do enjoy their beauty, and I certainly enjoy their stiffening. His eyebrows lifted as she found herself with her back against the wall, unable to retreat any further as he leisurely strolled across the room towards her. Damn, how did she always manage to find herself with her back against the wall whenever he was around? Damon smiled a slow, predatory smile and planted his hands against the wall on each side of her head. ‘Let’s fuck, Cathy,’ he whispered huskily and she turned her eyes away from him, no longer able to bear the triumphant glimpse in his.