I think the difference between "making love" and simple "fucking" is the difference between "precious" and "cheap", or between "real pleasure" and jus... "sticking it in". I like "making love" and not "fucking". I finally made love to you in spite of my objections. Please let us cherish this special memory as it is and not repeat it unless the circumstances are very special too."When we met at breakfast, Dad slapped my back, smiled and gave me the "thumb up" sign. I knew that this was for my. Marquaise was still staring through the shroud of her crimson locks at the heavy leather of his belt when she felt the hot burn on her ass. The loud, flat slap of a leather glove slamming hard against her delicate flesh echoed in her ears and she shrieked with surprise and pain. Her tethered limbs flinching, in yet another vain attempt to escape. The coarse ropes biting her joints as she struggled. The nub of her womanhood pressed hard against the edge of the banquet table, sending a second. Twelve minutes had passed, and finally I saw his car pull up. I went over and opened the front door to greet him. He could not resist how sexy I looked, and he did not say anything he just put his hands on my face and started to passionately kiss me in the doorway. Then he pushed forward so I took a few steps back so he could get inside the house. He shut the door while kissing me and picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him while our lips and tongue remained in contact. He carried me to. Tyler put his head back on the couch cushion and exclaimed“Wow Aunt Carly that thank you that was amazing.”I lied down on the floor and started fingering my dripping pussy.“I know how you can repay me sweetheart” I spread my legs wide.Tyler smiled as he got down from the couch and crawled towards my juicy pussy.He brought his head close to it and licked it, sending jolts throughout my body. He soon put his lips deep within my pussy. He flipped my body around and started massaging my ass cheeks.