He smells of wood shavings, sorrow and silence. Between us the faint musky scent of surrender grows. I wriggle and roll with my hips. “That's...” ...he springs beneath us sing with our movements. “Soo...” All I can see are his lips. He wets them. I stretch my arms, pulling him down to feast on his sticky saliva amid the click of our eager teeth. “...good.” My words are fractured. I want to convey the growing bubble of bliss in my belly. My imminent orgasm froths and surges. Sensible sentences. Im&hellip, sorry. No, Iris, that was&hellip, fine. Fine? No, I mean&hellip, uh, I mean, uh&hellip, Oh shut up. I forced myself back on him, and he took it again. This time, I let my lips loosen and my tongue meet his own. We stood in my living room and explored each others mouths. His gloved hands ran down my back and formed around my ass. I did the same and pulled him in closer, forcing a deeper kiss. This time, he broke the kiss. Iris&hellip, Im not sure if we should be doing this&hellip, . Ken vigorously rubbed each nipple between his fingers, then had her lick her own blood off them. She groaned and wished he'd rub her clit -- just a little so she could cum.Jane was rapidly returning to normal and was surprised to find that, rather than draining her, the experience had energized her. Sure, her muscles were tired, but as long as she didn't have to stand on tiptoes, she'd be okay. He felt her revise that opinion as they lowered her hands. Her shoulders and back throbbed from the. I occupy the middle booth and shut the door behind me. Playing with my knob I hear footsteps. Now there’s a person standing in front of the toilet bowl to my left. I lower my head to take a look and BINGO! He’s a stocky and rough looking middle-aged man. He is unzipping his trousers. He’s fat uncut dick is flopping out. As he flaps his cock about I am going to throw caution to the wind and kneel at the hole offering my mouth. Fuck yeah; his dark uncut knob is gliding through the hole.His.