I took as much as I could into my mouth, savoring that full sensation, the knowledge of being a good little cumslut, the feeling of deep throating his...entire long, thick shaft. His body trembled. My pussy was sopping wet, juices dripping. I needed to feel the real thing. My body craved cock. I had hoped I could deceive myself, satiate my hunger with some play-acting, but it wasn't working.I wouldn't hurt to just...touch him, would it? Just a quick graze... This pale, soft, weak imitation. She removed her bikini and lay back on the lounge chair. Her fingers went to work on her clit and the feeling that came over her caused her to emit a low moan. She didn't know how long she'd lain there fingering herself, but it must have been while. She had decided to go in the house and get something more substantial than her fingers when she heard a noise. She looked to her right and saw young Denny Thomas watching her. She made an effort to cover herself, but stopped when she saw the bulge. The man begins to pump deeply into her, going harder and deeper with each penetration. Lucy answers by urging him on, thrusting back. Being locked onto him with her arms and legs gives her grip to do so. And as he speeds up his thrusts, she begins to beat on his back with her tiny fists, compelling him further. Roman thrusts his hips forward and back as rapidly and as fiercely as he can.Lucy’s voice changes suddenly, becoming deeper and more urgent. “Harder, Roman.” She explodes, her hips. ..” I mumbled like an awkward teenager, hoping to charm her with my shy schoolboy charm.“Around ... around...!!!” she exclaimed, cutting me off again, as she walked up to me.Reaching out, she caught hold of my ear, and tweaking it none too gently like a teacher would do to her truculent student, she continued “Do you know that you left the door of your terrace open...!!!” berating me like a dominating aunt.“Uh-oh...” I mumbled, wincing exaggeratedly, as she tweaked my ear rather painfully,.