'I am going only to the next floor', she apologised, her voice melodic and her face angelic.She was a girl, 16, maybe 17, no older, but there was some...hing about her I found charming, even her fragrance was strangely exciting, and I cast a look at my husband, who stood close to her, his cock bulging, and I wished to see him fucking her, he caught me looking, and we both smiled, as if we knew each others thoughts.The elevator stopped and she pushed out, our eyes met, and I felt my own flash, she. I never had anyone as thick as you inside my pussy. You’re only average in length but that thickness makes up for it. I would take your thickness over length any day of the week," she told me. After about five minutes of slow fucking I finally had all of my cock inside her vise like gripping cunt. I loved the way it felt, so tightly wrapped around my cock. Lori’s pussy muscles were definitely clamping onto my cock tightly. She had tremendous control of those cunt muscles. You could feel. If he could make me cum without thinking about my dad then I would know things werent as bad as they seemed. If I could have a healthy sexual appetite away from home there would be hope for me later on in life. I needed to know if I could cum on a cock other than my fathers, and Ricky was the perfect guy for the job. The movie was a drag, some chick flick about a girl with amnesia and her husband who tries to help her through it. I knew the only reason Ricky had brought me to it was to soften. Right now they’re warm with silent laughter, but she can imagine them cold and sharp with anger. Do they darken with passion she wonders? Or blaze? You“That’s alright,” she answers. “I’ve nowhere to be right now and who am I to deny someone the chance to flirt with a pretty woman?” Her voice is the same light honey that streaks her hair, sunshine warm and sweet. She has an accent you realise, listening to how it rounds out her words as she speaks. It suits her you think. You take the last sip.