‘It’s never too late. I can still make it to your door, although I’m going to have to come by with my work clothes. Hope you wouldn’t mind?’...‘Just as long as you’re here, I don’t care.’ ‘Alright then. Just let me go wash up my face and gather my stuff. I’ll be there within the next hour.’ ‘Make it thirty,’ she said before hanging up. Eric didn’t make it to her place in thirty but thirty-seven, which was far from being an hour. Shanice was groaning like an animal since the moment she dropped. She got down on her knees so that most of her body was under water, and started using her hands to massage my steel shaft. Then she began to lightly lick the tip of my cock, progressively taking more of it in her sexy little mouth. She was sucking me like a pro, but apparently she wasn't done showing off. I felt my cock going deeper and deeper down her throat, until I couldn't even see it anymore, she was taking almost the entire 8" of my schlong in her mouth. I could not believe my Aunt was a. My hands would look for more warmth and reach under your shirt and skim over the smooth planes of your chest, and your hands would slide around my waist and up my back, firm and certain. You would leisurely twirl my curls around your fingers and I would lean into your taste and your smell and the softness of your lips, pressing my body against yours, my hands coming out from your shirt to go all in your hair. My shirt off, your shirt off. You would make some flirty comment about my bra, which. She wore rather tight-fitting black, cotton trousers with thick, well-polished black boots which reached midway up her thighs. Her blonde hair was braided and then arranged in low spirals over her head.Uud was wearing a thick, blue, collared shirt with buttons up the middle, though the two buttons nearest his thick neck were undone. His trousers were a few shades darker but were made of the same thick, hemp material. The man had low cut, cuffed, black boots which were as well-polished as Syl’s..