We were savoring a tender moment, a moment in which we would never wish to end. The only wish at that moment was that I could wish to be eighteen.I ki...sed him once again. He responded to the kiss, and pushed me on top of him with the arm he had wrapped around my slender naked body.I said, "Let's have the dirtiest sex we've had yet."A grin came across his face, "I love the sound of that."I kissed him quickly, and slid down to his cock. I made sure that my pussy and clit rubbed his cock slowly on. It was a simple question; one I have never given much thought to until now. 'Why do you crave cock?'I sat there, still in my camisole and not much more. I could feel the cool morning air on my nipples and my hand languidly resting between my legs and I can feel a hint of fresh wetness as I ponder.Let me count the reasons that I love cock. My affiliation with cock all started when I was sixteen, first with pictures videos, and stories. Then by the end of high school, I was sucking cock, not a. I couldn't believe I was face fucking her. It felt so damn good. She looked up at me and said let's go to the bed.When I got her on the bed she asked me if I would like to lick her pussy. I naturally said yes. I wanted to know what to do. As I was kissing my way down her body she was guiding my head down where to lick and caress. That is how I found out about different erogenous zones women have. Whenever she pointed somewhere I had to pay particular attention to that area, until she moved my. “And you're still good,” he teased stroking my gloriously bare pussy, and then leading me downstairs to the living room. Helping me down onto my knees, he opened his pants and reminded me, “It seems you still owe me a blow job, baby.”I just giggled as I pulled his pants off, letting that big erection pop out in front of my face. I ran my hands up the inside of his thighs, onto his strong muscular buttocks as I leaned forward and took the head of his dick in my mouth. Now, I was still no blow.