'Fiona' literally jumped off the bed as she fumbled a little to take off'her' own skin. The former Charles couldn't wait for another round ofloving in...the shower. After all, it's been a while since his last man-to-man action.Back in London.The other Fiona Dietrich Greer was struggling to shed her Charles-skin inthe privacy of her hotel room. It had been a nervous day for her as shetried her best to act as if the liquor was still swimming in her system.It was all an attempt to masquerade her. He said now come to me and kiss it. I was in his spell and crawled there like a bitch and he saw the toy sticking up in skirt and his cock got extra hard. I could smell his precum and it was driving me mad. He made me crawl out of my flat and my heart almost stopped but he turned off the hallway light and started rubbing his cock on my lips. I grabbed his cock and started kissing it slowly and licking it.He grabbed my hair which was long till my shoulders and started fucking my face in the. She began rubbing at her pussy gently, but Thomas pulled her hand away. “Not yet, love,” he murmured. He pulled off his boxers and held her arms past her head, so he was on top of her. She bit her lip. “Fuck me, Thomas. Please.” He kissed her gently. “With time, my sweet.” He pushed in the tip as she spread her legs. Should I be gentle or rough? “Rough, Thomas,” she answered, as if reading his mind. “Fuck me senselessly.” He smiled and shoved his whole dick inside of her throbbing pussy.. My shaking turned into shuddering when I had six inches of the cock in me. “Easy does it,” Marcus told me. “Just another six inches to go.” I laughed — and cried at the same time. It took an hour, but I would take another cock inch, hold my breath, shake a bit, and hold it there for about ten minutes and kiss and kiss Marcus’s lovely lips and caress his tongue with mine, so I could get used to the newest inch of his cock in me. He was so patient, thank goodness. At nine inches, without any.