I lift up and slide one hand on your cock and guide it back into my hole. I place my hands on your shoulders and start slowly raising up and down upon...your cock. You fist one hand in my skirt and hold onto my hips and look down to see your cock disappearing into my hole and reappearing when I rise up. I squeeze my inner muscles and you groan as you feel me tighten around your cock. I stop moving and slide my hands up my legs, up my tummy and start playing and tweaking my nipples and your eyes. Mat swallows hard.“How's that?” he asks when she starts again.“Good,” she breathes, touching the tender bundle of nerves she found.“The faster you go, the better it will be.” She goes faster. Mat doesn't know if she plans on orgasming in front of him, or if he's just showing her pointers. She said she wanted to make sure she was doing it right, though the only way to know is if she cums.“If that doesn't work, you can always try touching your g-spot,” he adds. She should know where that is. Some. After a few more minutes talking Robert took his leave promising to come to dinner later in the week.As Robert mounted the bicycle he couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. He knew Sir Wilbur had a son Denis who was on the board of a merchant bank in London and had a place on the Thames at Kingston. But he hardly ever visited his father. His wife couldn’t stand Sir Wilbur and the feeling was mutual. Sir Wilbur had a grandson at Eton, who according to Sir Wilbur was being ruined by the. And you made me wear this really skimpy outfit that barely covered anything and a collar so no one would mistake that I belonged to you. We start dancing and making out with each other and I start grinding you and after about 3 minutes you grab my hair and force me to the floor and tell me to get on my knees and you force you dick inside my mouth. And your really facefucking me more aggressive then you've ever done before not even letting me stop to breath. And then you take my head and slam.