“You don’t have to say that.”“I want to say it,” He dropped his cigarette butt into the ashtray. I shifted and his hand went out to rest on ...y leg.“You didn’t answer my question,” he said.“No.”He blinked.“You don’t wanna fuck me?” He frowned. “Huh. Never heard that one before.”His fingers tapped out a beat against my leg. We looked at each other. He smiled.“I didn’t mean to kiss you just then.”I swallowed. My mouth tasted like smoke and lemons.“I didn’t mind.”“But you still don’t wanna fuck. Fuck me hard... I want to feel you right up to my stomach.." Blimey, she was keen! I started thrusting, and thrusting. She was writhing all over the place. I grabbed at the bra part of her basque and pulled it down to reveal her boobs, which were larger than I had imagined. Where her back was normally quite arched over, you got no impression of how large her boobs were - probably in reality about a 38D. She took my hands and slapped them firmly on her tits, making me grab them hard. "Don't stop. I cried out to him to eat more of my slick wet pussy. He licked his lips. Then he did something i didnt expect. Bobby jumped up me and clamped his legs around my curvy waist his body pressing down on my taut thighs. I didnt want him to get off me though his fur tickling the insides of my thighs my pussy aching to be searched. He moved forward positioning himself his cock just inches away from its goal. I could feel the heat of it. He shifted forward again his front legs now held onto to me just. Mikaela begun to sip on the orange juice, unable to really taste the actual vodka but rather the warm feeling that filled her throat as she found herself quickly going through her drink."Take a seat on the couch Mikaela - can I call you Mik for short?" Mik looked to him and nodded as she sat in the middle of the couch, her legs closed and her hands in her lap as she looked briefly to the stark lens before her, as her eyes trailed back up to Michael."This won't take long, I'm going to ask you.