No adolescent fumbling here. He fucks her with slow, considered thrusts, has settled in for the long haul. Being old has its compensations. Steady as ...he goes. As he paces himself, his right-hand cradles the rear of her skull. Soon his palm slips down so that his forefinger and thumb become a vice about the back of her neck. He eases up her head, her shoulders following so her torso is at fort-five degrees. It is awkward, and she has to support herself with her upper arms, elbows as deep piles. I reached up to slap her ass. I used my finger nails to scratch her big ass, making it bright red. After a few minutes, we both stood up. I pushed her to the corner of her cell. With my back still toward her husband. She pushed up with her arms on the bars. I got under her and bounced her on my cock. She put her hands around my neck as I pushed her back against the metal bars. I held her in the air and fucked her faster. Biting her nipples, and sucking her breast. With my cock still in her, I. I rushed into bathroom while trying to think of distracting thoughts to prevent getting an erection. My method of masturbation is unique and I cannot be hard. I locked the door behind me and removed the small pail to look at the contents of the other small pail. Bingo, 2 sets of my mom's underwear soaking in detergent. I controlled my breath as I began do don the soaking wet lingerie. By this time I have gained the ability to think of various thoughts to control my erection (read my previous. With one of his arms wrapped around her waist, he pulled her head up by fisting her hair. “Hold on, this will be over soon,” he murmured above her. Her lover held her up so that the hateful eyes of her husband could tear right through her. Edger sat in his chair wishing he was the man he used to be. He ached to wrap his hands around her neck and show her who was boss again. It had only taken a couple of times for her to know. When he had that type of control, something like this would have.