I unbutton your second button, nibbling your neck.”Rocco’s heartbeat was already quickening, his eyes closed as images of her on top of him flashe... in his mind.“Mmmm, oh I feel you under me. You’re wanting out of those jeans, aren’t you?” Jolene giggled softly, “I’ve got three more buttons. Two… now one… Am I teasing you, honey? I know you need out of these clothes. Leaning forward again, grinding on you slowly, I open your shirt and kiss your chest with small, deliberate slow kisses.” Moaning. But it mustbe a little frustrating for you not to climax, too,”Kevin replied. “Only a little. And I didn’t mind, afterall, I knew her orgasm was what really was important.”“I’ll make it up to you some day if you want me to, ofcourse.”“Is that a promise?” Mandy grinned broadly. “That’s a promise,” he declared with emphasis. “But nowwe must make haste toward ‘O number Three.’ He sat onthe couch beside his. She looked as if she were performing a belly dance, her stomach and hips, arms and shoulders moved together in perfect motion. Ron watched, and felt himself swelling even beyond his usual thickness. he also felt her tightening herself around him. To increase the tension, she also shifted and created another angle. the way she twitched, he could tell that she found a "spot" to her liking... Ron began to lift and lower himself to increase the force at which his dick hit as far up in her pussy as. Whether it's men I sleep with or the guys in this building, despite their character or what type of people they may be.In fact, unlike my sexual encounters with my husband's friends or my sugar daddies, the difference here was simple. There was the element of surprise, the unknown, the danger, and a potential lack of safety. The danger of being wanted by men with questionable moral and legal values, not knowing what sort of stuff they were involved in. It turned me on. Yes, it turned me on like.