. They stood motionless as George pulled his lips from hers and gazed momentarily into her eyes. He knew she was ready but she surprised him by how re...dy she was."Oh, please," she cried, her body trembling like a leaf in the wind. "Let's make love, George."Her words were those of a woman who hungered for escape from the fears that plagued her insecure life. She was afraid of being alone, afraid of being unloved, and her words surprised her as much as they did George; but she did not try to take. Within seconds I came, I shot my seed deep in her throat, it was quite a load as I had been saving up for almost a week, but she had no problem with it at all and swallowed all of it. She continued to suck me off to make sure no drop of sperm was wasted, when I thought she was done I pulled her up, our mouths found each other, I tasted my own semen still on Sonja's lips while my hands once again caressed those lucious cheeks and hers my back.After all the horniness subsided we unlocked from our. Eventually she says, “Please sir, may I swallow your joy”? “My joy? Is that what you call a mouthful of cum”? “Isn’t that what it is? That’s why I love it. I give you joy. You give me joy. That makes us joyous. Any argument”? “No baby. I’d be a fool to argue with that”. “Yes you would” “Smart ass”. “No, butter ass” she says with smile and a huge load of cum still in her mouth. (her past experience is showing as I watch her swirl my cum around in her mouth savoring it) Her eyes locked on. ." she said quickly under heavy grunts. Her humping became spasmodic, her grip on my forearm tight and she doubled over forward, pushing with her free hand off the tree as she seemed to go somewhere else, her body out of control. I kept thrusting into her, watching her with amazement. She settled her butt back down on the ground, her black pants still at one ankle having picked up some dust. She sat back hard against the tree, breathing like she'd been running. Her eyes opened and looked at me.