I’m shaking; nervous energy and arousal making me light-headed, my vision flickering, everything falling slightly out of focus; everything that is, ...part from those long, delicate fingers waiting patiently before my slightly parted mouth. Her expectation is clear. I created the mess, she’s assisted me with cleaning it up, but ultimately it is my mouth that needs to take responsibility for leaving the stool and her fingers as fresh as on my arrival. I open my lips wide and push my tongue forward. “Not in the face.” Irene struggled free of him. He looked in her eyes. Her jaw was trembling, her neck was reddening and a vein protruded in her forehead. “Irene -- what’s wrong? I’ve never seen you in this state.”Tears began to well in her eyes. “I ... I just want to hurt someone!”“If you need a punching bag, I’m happy to oblige.” He stood and faced her. “Give me a good one, right here...” He patted the sides of his abdomen. “I can take it ... just not in the face.”Irene punched him hard above. Elcome to part 2 of my story Now he could feel the smoothness of her lips on his cock as she carried on rocking gently. Her lips brushed his. “Harder John, I want marks,” she uttered into his mouth. His fingers pressed in, leaving pink imprints that would stay on her skin for a little while. Their kiss was deep and long as she pressed herself on to his cock, rubbing herself there, sliding along the length. She could sense his breath quickening, as was hers. Pulling away from his mouth, she rose up a little, her knees.
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