You push into it, repeatedly, and I can already feel my orgasm building. I moan again, and you move your thumb onto my swollen clit. It feels so, so, ...o good. My moans become higher pitched as I get closer and closer to the edge. But you stop. “Beg for more.” You order. “What?” I say, completely dazed. “Fucking beg me, you naughty little bitch.” “Please, Tom, please give me more. You’re so good. Please.” With that, you wrap a strong arm around my waist and lift me up onto the dining table.. There was a big silence in the movement then I released myself from sucking. After a little gap, I did the same thing and did for many times. I felt the leakage of the liquid I.E., orgasm from her hole and it smelt nice, she was almost senselessly laid on the table.Then, I made her stood up and asked her to face the wall side and I stood behind her and rubbed her buttocks. Then, I slowly opened my trousers and briefed my manhood which was fully stiff like an iron rod. I just parted the buttocks. She took insatiably long in coming to orgasm. Every corner, every part of her body was like a flower that screamed to be plucked. We kissed for only God knows how long. I knew she was married but I also knew then that she had never been in such a frenzy of love for anybody else. There, under the trees, between darkness and a little light, she sat on top of me while I entered her from down. Her knees were bent as she was sitting over me, her arms straight down, holding my shoulders and her head. I opened my eyes to find her staring back at me. We broke our kiss and she said, “You like the taste?” I smiled and told her that was a story for another time. She laughed and began to pull her pants up. We spent the next few minutes trying to reassemble our clothing before heading back to Tracie’s apartment. I grabbed her hand to leave and said, “Does Tracie know?” Cathii stopped dead in her tracks and said, “No and you aren’t going to tell her!”When we got back up to the apartment we.