In moments Chris was driving his cock into Amanda so hard her other foot was coming off the ground. Amanda knew she couldn’t take much more and from...the look on Chris’ sweat lined brow he couldn’t either. ‘Give it to me baby… ‘ Amanda moaned. Chris took his queue and began fucking Amanda’s cunt for all he was worth. After another minute or so he kissed Amanda deeply. As their tongues wrestled Amanda could feel his cock swell even bigger. ‘OHHHHFUUCKKK!!!’ Chris yelled as his cock erupted. She looked serious for a moment, unsure as to my tone of voice, then said, “But I’m a good girl…” then giggled again as I interrupted to tell her she’d be better and actually get some wine and probably be more comfortable into the bargain, if she at least took her hacking jacket off.So she hummed the stripper and took it off, sensuously, or at least as sensuously as you can take a riding jacket off whilst wearing tight jodhpurs and tighter boots. I clapped gently as I wandered over to retrieve. I wonder what it was exactly that she knew?Toward the Apple's back bar was a door, which looked like it could lead into a kitchen. We swung those doors open to find ourselves in a glassed in patio like enclosure. It looked as though it was once an eating area, but now used to store giant man sized vases. It was a decent size patio, populated densely with huge vases, (far taller than I in my heels even) with heavy plastic foliage. They were aligned in the middle forming a small pathway, with. His hands slip into her hair, the red occasionally breaking up the black and white darkness. I imagine I can hear the warm parts inside her, no doubt glistening with moisture by now, making liquidy clicks in the darkness, just 18 or so inches off our carpet.You wait on letters fishing for any sign of life. Drinks after dinner, your friends will get you to unwind.The drums on this song seem almost tribal. Ritualistic.Her head moves in consistent rhythm. I see glimpses of her right ear as his.