I have to wait for you... finally I see the headlights pull in. I wait for u to enter n walk out to foyer to meet u. You smile, n grab me. Shoving me ...p against the closet door. We start kissing passionately, n then u begin kissing my neck, then moving south. Ur fingers rubbing my clit. U start to remove my thong, but I tell u no my heart, not yet. I lead u to the living room n tell u to sit on the couch. I then begin to dance n sway to the music, slowly removing my clothes. One piece at a. We can finish each other’s sentences. We like old-school, classical Hollywood films. We like old-fashioned romance, even as we share each other with others and do kinky things that would have never made it past the censors back then. We like that, such as with the smoking after sex. Also, Stewart sometimes likes me to mother him a bit, you know, cradle him to my bosom, feed him my breast milk. Rub him down, though he rubs me down, too.“He likes to behave like an old-fashioned gentleman in. She caught her breath and cried out a little as she mini-orgasmed. His lips found her other nipple and drew the hard nub into his mouth and suckled. She grasped the back of his head and forced his face down in her desperation to feel the intense pleasure his ministrations were causing.His fingers played her skin, tracing curves and following the contours of her body sending shivers across her body in tidal waves of mounting pressure that needed a release. Her own questing hands, found his. The book said not to thrust too fast. You ... could cum too quickly. I want ... to enjoy this.”His pelvic muscles did each thrust slow and methodical as possible. The pleasure was so intense that he would fight the urge to increase his speed. She was right. He had to keep it slow to allow his body to adjust to the new sensation. He could accidentally prematurely release in her if he wasn’t careful.“Feels ... feels so good,” he whispered. His eyes were locked to her.“Me too,” she whispered to.