Every couple of long strokes of my cock was accompanied with a slight sting of the whip. I could hear the wet sound of him stroking his own cock and I...began to thrust harder. Eric’s moaning became stronger and faster and I knew he was about to cum. Hell, I was about to cum myself. “Enough stroking!” I continued to fuck him. I watched as my cock slid in and out of his hole. Fuck, I started wishing I was a man, so I could feel what it feels like to shoot my load into his ass. Every thrust made. It was the end of the second date, and yet the two were sucking each other’s tongues down their throats as if their lives depended upon the decadence of their lover’s mouth. The woman had her arms wrapped tightly around the taller man’s neck, and he had her ass cupped in his hands. He was kneading the plumpness, as he grinded her center roughly against his with mindless relish. A hand came around to slip the strap of the woman’s silk tank top down her shoulder, so to give access to that tender. I was all wet. I than asked him to fuck me harder. He was fucking me harder n I was moaning loud. Aah aah baby harder. Fuck me hard. He was getting more wild and saying bitch m gonna tear your pussy. I will tear it. U r mine only mine. I was having fun n asked him to tear my pussy. Aah aah aah all I was doing is moaning. He was getting faster and faster. After 30 minutes I cum in his face n then he asked to give him a good blowjob n I did it for about 20minutes. Finally he had cum on my. It was true, as much as the food annoyed him and the furniture unnerved him, they didn’t matter. He’d been silly to dream about food and furniture on the airplane. Who goes home for that? He’d come home to see his family, not things. He had visited with his family over the years, in New York or in Italy. He’d always enjoyed their company during these visits, but there was something special about spending time with his family in Maine. Besides, he, Carolina, and Gemma had all been teenagers.