No response. This is where the female decided to take matters into her own hands. Crawling under the sheets, the small woman placed herself between hi... thighs as her index finger hooked onto the hem of his boxers. Quickly tugging, a hardened length was exposed as her tongue trailed across her bottom lip. It was already hard. Ready for her to play with. He wouldn't mind some impulsive cock sucking, would he? Going to work, her lips parted as her wet muscle glided across the head of his cock, her. It felt like he was stretching me so wide. "Now, Now," He said, "Don't make too much noise." He was pushed up so close and I was so enveloped by his coat you could barely see me from behind him. I could feel him wriggling his fingers and bending them inside me, and pushing at the walls inside my pussy. Then he started to ram his ringers in and out of me, firmly and hard, so that each time it sent a huge wave of pleasure through me as he roughly filled my pussy. Then I felt a third finger slide. He could see into her room from the livingroom. She was getting undressed and singing in the mirror. Cynth was a bit of a narcisist, admiring her lovely lines and toned body. Her tank top popped off and revealed her small pert titties. Walnut brown and bigger than quarters, her nipples complimented her skin. She seems a bit embarassed by their size, but she plays with them and pushes them together trying to imagine how her body would look with a bigger rack on her incredible chassis. The songs. I took her panties out of my pocket and started examining them for the first time. I smelled them, taking in its musty odor. It was obvious that she was sexually aroused while heading over to the hotel. Thats when I felt my penis growing again, took it out, and starting masturbating for the second time that afternoon while holding her undergarment and thinking about her. For the next few minutes, I kept stroking myself remembering how she sucked that giant cock and got fucked by it. As I was.