I moved slowly to allow her to adjust to my rubber cock, quickening the pace as I felt her relax. I pushed in and out faster until we were fucking lik... wild beasts.I could feel the resistance change as she tightened and released her vaginal muscles around my staff. Her breasts slapped against my face. Her precision movement reminded me of the way she had looked earlier on the machines. I pounded hard against her spot make her legs push down hard on my shoulders. With each plunge, she gasped. Hillary shuddered and groaned at the instant contact. His clever fingers frigged at her glowing red bud, making more pussy juice go into free fall from her glistening pink slit and sluice his cock. She rocked on him, holding his soft hose-like dick straight up her front, the ultimate love totem pole, lowering her head slightly to lick at his knob. Her toned legs were planted on the thick carpeted floor, giving her leverage. Her Jimmy Choo stilettos cast aside, her long yoga trained toes curled. He was standing against his front doorway, I was sitting just outside on the grass. I have no clue what the conversation was about but I can remember like it was yesterday staring at the crotch of his faded jeans.I could see the outline of his cock. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Then the conversation just stopped. I don't know when it stopped or how long it had stopped. I just remember looking up and those big brown eyes just staring at me.I could feel my cheeks start to flush and I knew I. Jared had dropped my feet against his chest. He was unbuttoning his shirt and fishing his swollen cock out of his fly. My feet had slid down his naked chest and were now resting on his thighs. “Mmm…baby girl, have you ever given a foot job?” He had shaken his pants off completely and his large balls and stiff, six inch cock were right between my feet. There was something kind of powerful about it. I just slid my left foot over his dick and stretched the nylon between my two biggest toes over.