She pulled herself off of me and rolled on her back and spread her legs wide for me, I moved up and kissed her, tasting her tongue while I felt her gr...b my cock and guide it back into her.Leaning on my elbows as I started fucking her, I whispered, "I better pull out as I will cum soon." You better not," she growled at me, and wrapped her legs around me locking me in.I then started fucking her for all I was worth. She moaned, "I can feel your balls bouncing on my ass."That sent me over the edge. .. you know ... down there, between my legs."I unconsciously looked down to her crotch, and began to salivate."I know you love to taste me," she said, whispering it directly into my ear -- directly into my soul. "So, don't you want me to be as horny as possible? Don't you want to wear your 'secretary uniform' for me?" I don't know..." Here ... let me give you a taste to spur your memory..." Janice reached beneath her skirt and into her panties, ran a finger between her pussy lips, and then. He stroked his cock as he poured the baby oil on the head and shaft until it was slick. He should open her up first, but he couldn’t wait, his cock wanting to feel her guts cling to him.She should have expected it, but her knowledge of sex was only being fed by Michael and even though he had fingered her ass many times, she was still surprised when she felt his cock nuzzling up to her asshole. It must have been the rope and the helplessness of the situation, but she never said a word as Michael. Even as I am, I adore the thrill when a man looks at me longer than he should, the way he sneaks glances to make sure we are alone, the way he touches me. I can feel the faintest touch and it’s maddening. Am I horrible?If she had been ardent about his physique, her comely derriere sent him past the gates of heaven. A preacher might gag but he would much rather revere her firm cheeks, which were rounded like honeydew melons, a deep cleft between them to emphasize their firmness. He would rather.