Nearly spilling, but managing to hold on to his wine, Work Crush slid his arm around the small of her back, pulling her closer. His free hand replaced...his other, as it traveled the length of her spine to her neck, which he held as he pushed forward, kissing her intensely. It was around this time that Iris melted completely. Her arm dropped from behind his back, spilling her remaining half glass of wine on the floor.Rather abruptly, there was a pause between them, followed by a giggle as they. We kissed constantly, never stopping, as he pulled off my top and flicked open my bra, which fell gracefully and impatiently from my shoulders. He kissed my chest-bone, down, down, to my navel, and back up to my breasts. His soft, wet mouth engulfed my erect nipples, and I couldn’t contain the release and pleasure. I began to gently rub myself against the growing bulge in his trousers. Nothing compared to this. He made me feel immortal. He made me feel inhuman. His t-shirt came off shortly. God I can remember him and his friend, god I forgotten his name, how could I forget someone's name who had fucked me. The three of us got high one night and ended up in bed together and they took turns between my spread legs and fucked my brains out. What was his name?My husband came home very tired but I was up for some bedroom action. I could tell that he rather go to sleep but this time I insisted. While he pumped into me I re-lived that night with Jonathan and his un-named friend and I had. The sun felt good, the breeze felt good, it felt sexy as hell to be fucking in the fresh, morning air, and Jack's cock was sending cascading sensations throughout Steph's body and mind."Your pussy feels so fucking good," Jack said."I love ... your hard cock ... fucking me," Steph answered.As Jack thrust forward, impaling Steph with every inch of his cock, he reached under Steph's chest with both hands and tugged on her nipples, sending searing ricochets of sensation that turned her inside out..