His cock quickly found my opening and slid in, his hips rapidly thrusting while he pulled the top of my dress down and began sucking on my right nippl.... I tried to push him off, but my heel caught in the metal bench and my legs remained open for him to lie between. My soda can rolled across the sidewalk and fell into the street, it’s contents pouring out as I stared at it in a d**gged up haze. I felt him tense up and soon he hard cock was throbbing with what seemed like years of saved up cum.. On her knees, straddling him, riding his cock like a slut. Opening to . . . her. Binding her, bending her into submission. Surrendering to control. Licking her. Sucking on her flesh. Sucking her diamond nipples. Her cunt tasting sooo good. Her clit so swollen and stiff, sucking it into her mouth, moving her tongue around it. ‘Please . . . help.’ The little, lost voice shredded the dream. Julia gasped, pulling her fingers from out of her mouth. She fought the urge to push them back in and keep. Upstairs she could hear Joanne in the shower and tried to concentrate on something else, deciding to pick up some of the implements from her small dining table. She tapped Miss MacKintosh’s plimsoll against the palm of her left hand, not taking her eyes off Peter Mitchell for a second. Once he was standing there naked before her, Rebecca Mulligan moved close to him, so close, that the cold buttons of her pink blouse rubbed against his naked skin. Her breasts pushed against him as she breathed. Hmmm... okay, I believe you. Are you hard? I wasn't, but now that you've started texting I'm getting hard again. Show me. Send me a photo of your hard on. Josh smiled, the thought of Julia wanting to see a picture of him, making his cock grow again. Tapping the camera button on his phone he lifted his now hard shaft, the head full and red, and quickly snapped a photo. Wow, that is one sexy picture. But how do I know that isn't one you took a week ago to send to the sexy little cheerleader? I.