I press my hands against the wall and force you to push back with everything you’ve got. Your hands run up and down the length of my spine.I try so ...ard to start a steady rhythm, but my legs quake and I drop my head with a sensual sigh to let you know you are the lead, you control the speed. I feel your nails press into my flesh. I moan your name. Please, don’t stop. Tonight, I want you hard, not rushed but with need. The chill of the air touching all our exposed skin.So much friction and. And 'Poop-Chute Cuties'" George said, hoarse, and she felt a twitch of his cock against her glove, her satin astride his steel-incarnate."Tell me what you want, Georgie" unsmiling but her eyes shining delightedly."Maggie, I do love you..." he said, beseeching, acknowledging the sound he'd heard her make the last time, when they were sixteen, before he quite knew what he was doing or how to do it - but did anyway - and she hadn't quite not screamed when he did.Maggie withdrew from the bag the. "Good job you two!" He surveyed the pair with pride. "Now all you have to do is get ready for the city wide competition. Cut another seven seconds off that time and you'll stand a chance of winning. Judging by all the yelling you're doing there Carrie, you have plenty of spare breath to drag Tim up those stairs a bit faster." He started away and then turned back, a twinkle in his eyes."By the way, Tim, you've got lipstick all over your face."The assembled firefighters laughed. Carrie winked at. I wasn’t sure if she was in pain or ecstasy from the loud moan that trailed out from her throat, but as wet as she was I figured it was pure ecstasy.I sat and watched as this man we only just met began to pump his impressive cock in and out of my wife’s pussy. Her tits were moving in rhythm with her thrusting. She was looking up at him with glazed eyes that were full of lust. To be honest I had never seen anything more erotic or stimulating in my life. I didn’t even realize that I was stroking.