"Beautiful tits," she heard a voice say and felt a squeezing hand and a hot wet mouth."Hey, d'ja see this? She shaves!" and a callused working man's h...nd rubbed hard across the inner lips of her tender flesh. "She's got hair out where it shows... and she shaves between her legs! Isn't that a crazy idea?" You know what that means, don't ya?" Another male voice chuckled in response. "That means she's one of the ones that likes it all the way. You know, french!" "You mean she likes to... to...". . frozen. His mind raced with options, thinking about ways to turn her face to his and press his lips to hers. He could also bring his hand up from her hip to cup her breast, or drop his other hand onto her thigh, stretching his fingers between her legs. But he did none of them. He was too nervous . . . too scared. fearing the damage to their relationship. So he sat there, trying desperately to focus on the movie, breathing a sigh of relief when the credits finally began to roll. "Would you. She couldn’t help but grind against the bulge beneath his trousers and press herself against it greedily. He pushed the top of her dress down along with her bra allowing her breasts to spill out before him. With the flat of his hand he smacked each one of them causing the supple white flesh to pinken and the taunt nipples to harden even more. She moaned raggedly, this time without a care to silence herself as her hips rolled and bucked against him. Pleasure swam throughout her senses, his hands. I felt how hot and desperate she shook herself vigorously. As I rammed my dick deeper into her pussy. She couldn’t help but again moan loudly. “Fuck you bitch,” I screamed as I increased my maddening, forceful humps on her.I ruthlessly thrust my whole dick into her body faster and deeper. She could not hold the pressure and tried to push me back. I again pulled out and lifted her. I made her sit on the study table and she flung herself to the window grills and her legs wide open.I pulled her to.