Cause I have to do somethin about this or else Im gonna hurt in the morning. If you want me to go, Ill go. Running his hands through his hair again, h... grinned that cheeky fucking grin once more and I couldnt help myself. I kinda want you to fuck me though. I told him, watching his eyes gloss over with that same hungriness I had experienced just before. Is that okay? I took another sip of water as he approached me, slipping between my soft thighs to grind his denim crotch against my sensitive. At first it had been unconscious—replacing her plain, worn-out underthings, one at a time, with something just a little bit fancier or more colorful. But over time it became the way she rewarded herself for any small success, or after a hard week or when she was feeling down. Her friends would be shocked, she knew, if they had any idea how much money was spent by no-nonsense, no-time-for-boyfriends Marcia Fischer on frills and flutters and lace—and on strappy shoes with mile-high spike heels. In it I found some things that looked great on my wife when she bought them, before she couldn't fit in them anymore. I tried on a few blouses that I liked and a few cute pullovers that I adored. But the one that made my heart stop was a fitted magenta boat neck blouse that was shorter than the others. I knew it would look delicious on me when I noticed how difficult it was to pull over my shoulders."If I ever get this on, I might be stuck and never get it off!" I mumbled to myself.Running to. . I need your cock!" She jerked her body upward trying to force his cock deeper but he withdrew for a second before he rammed downward burying his cock fully in her cunt. He fucked her viciously and roughly then. She climaxed once then twice. She continuously matched him stroke for stroke. Her body bouncing up to meet his. Her cunt squezzing and milking his cock with each stroke until he couldn't withhold his own climax. He injected her with load after load of his semen.They laid on the bed.