He can tell that there is no reaction and he tries to stop me at one point. I persist. It looks more supportive-and more desperate-if I keep trying. L...ke a surgeon over the operating table of a dead patient, I won't give up. As if my will alone can bring Chris's cock back to life, I fight on. But, of course, it is no use. When I finally give up, I am the dejected, but valiant fighter. There is no hope. The patient is lost.I cuddle with Chris and tell him, unconvincingly, that it is okay-that it. This is complete with stilettos, a cincher and no panties. The feel of my silk blouse against my nipples is titillating, and it's evident from the hint of hardened pearls against the soft fabric that I'm very well aroused. He has to see if he is good enough to get the treasure. He starts off with a subtle nod from a distance. He approaches me slowly, and he has to ward off all the other suitors I have. He knows he's good, he has a wicket tongue, and he has the intellectual seduction to make me. Our bodies slapped together. I heard her pussy begin to squish because of the forced movement. Up. Down. Up. Down. Each movement felt better than the last. Our moans began to become in sync with each other. Our hands ran over each others bodies. Our lips locked on one another. Up. Down. Our bodies began to slap even louder. Up. Down. Slap. Her pussy squishing became louder and much more noticeable. Up. Down. Slap. Squish. Our moans were muffled in each others mouths. Up. Down. Slap. Squish. I. I lubed up my dildo and to both our surprise I shoved it up his arse, slowly slliding it all the way in. I fucked him like this for a while, before ’sheathing up’ and jumping on… I left the vibe in his arse as we rolled around on the floor, finishing with him on top. You may think that sounds like what I’m used to but the fact that I reached round and continued to abuse his arse with the dildo at the same time made it a whole different game! He came with what sounded like an immense orgasm.