... " Kept pushing until I was all the way in! Began to pump his tight ass Joe wiggled his ass back against me...I grabbed his hips and began pumping ...is man pussy hard with each stroke Joe cried out" Oh goddd Fuck Me Fuck Me!!! Fuck me hard!!!! I began pumping faster and deeper... Fuck Me!!! Fuck Me!!! Ohhhhh godddd I'm goingggg tooo cummmm I pounded his man pussy hard as I could. Joe shot a big load on the bed I kept pounding him he kept moaning Fuck Me!!! Fuck Me!!! I was about to explode. I normally feel an aversion to food eaten or touched by others, but with her…she made me so comfortable, to share food was very…intimate. The topics of our conversation were fairly mundane, but she kept doing things throughout our meal that drove me wild. Once she took the end of a fettuccini noodle on her fork while I was telling her a story, and I watched her place it on the tip of her tongue and wrap her mouth around it. As I continued my story, I watched her suck the noodle slowly into her. She smiled and repeated the question. I reacted and asked for the food. During the dinner I was thinking about it. I finished eating. I paid, I left a tip and a small paper with my phone telling that if she was interested, she could call me to leave.Two weeks passed, my phone rang and she said: my name is Angela, and I want to go out with you. I was happy, but I kept the seriousness. I told her that I went to the restaurant for the weekend to go dancing.The weekend arrived, we went dancing, we. “Ohhhhhhh, yeah,” Ma cried, shoving her mound on my little make-believe cock. “God, ohhh yessss, like that,” she mewled, fucking my face.I hung on, using my hands to brace myself against the sides of the tub. Ma was frantic, yanking my head up between her squeezing, throbbing legs. She threw her head back and cried out, then slowed down and pulled away, looking down at me.“Lick it,” she said.I couldn’t tell if it was a request or a command but I started licking anyway, as if I was eating an ice.