In it went, and by the time he had reached the wall and gotten her shoulders against the wet tiles, the shaft of his cock was buried to the root insid... that tightly gripping cunt. "Ahh, darling," she breathed. "That's good. That's terrific. Oh, how I love a good, hard prick! Use it in me, Glynn. Push it all the way to your balls and pull it back to the head--but don't take it all the way out." "I won't," he promised, his voice thick and clotting in his throat, his shaft moving greasily in her. From your nipple, slowly down to your stomach. Lower still to your pelvis area. You wanted me to fuck you. And you wanted it badly. You wanted me to press against your legs, and to rub your body. Your hands clenched at the thought.You needed to touch me; it would have helped you to ride the waves of pleasure. You fought and pulled against the restraints. Your back arched into me, and you moaned “Alex” as loudly as you could. The rush radiated from your core. Your body tensed tightly. You would. She was and hopped on me in my stock trailer, proudly telling me I was the third one already today. They surely hadn’t done that pussy any damage. My nuts appreciated the relief. When I asked if she’d be around later, she grinned and said she wasn’t taking reservations. It was “first find, first fuck”. Maybe I’d see what I could pick up at the local bar. There were always a few horny ones hanging around there at auction time.It was two in the morning when my phone buzzed. My honey told me she’d. " She kissed him on the top of his bald head and pressed him to her breasts and held him tightlyBob had his arm around her, his face pressed against hers. "I'm sorry. I can't sleep. Talk to me. What happened with your marriage?" My husband asked me for a divorce. It was my fault. I was running around the world working in refugee camps, and he found somebody else in my absence. I wasn't unhappy about the divorce. I had long since moved on from him." Did you have affairs?" I had been fucking.