She cooed encouragingly as I slipped into my normal rhythm, bringing my hands up to the firm clothed mounds I adored. Almost immediately she closed h...r eyes and threw her arms around my shoulders, bucking her hips forcefully in synch with my own. Unexpectedly, her pussy muscles clamped unmercifully tight on the base of my meat as she released the familiar long guttural moan indicative of her impending orgasm. Squeezing the air from me, she sprayed my pubis like a firehouse and raised her. Similarly to the previous position, but the receiving partner's legs need not be straight and the penetrating partner wraps their arms around the receiving partner to push the legs as close as possible to the chest. Called the stopperage in Burton's translation of The Perfumed Garden.[9] The coital alignment technique, a position where a woman is vaginally penetrated by a man, and the penetrating partner moves upward along the woman's body until the penis is pointing down, the dorsal side of. My mother looked disgusted.“Take the rest off too.”“Why do I need to…?”“Do it. Now.”I took off my bra and panties and stood there naked in front of my mother. They had put a plastic sheet down on my mattress and my mother directed me to lie down on the bed. I did and she spread my legs, then began to trim the hair around my pussy. I didn’t understand, and then she got out some shaving cream and shaved it completely bare.She wiped the remaining shaving cream off my pussy, then lifted up on my. “Holy shit!” the stud gasps, his eyes rolling back in his head as he feels his tool spurt repeatedly, flinging more and more of his ball snot into his lover’s pussy. Christine, delighted with the carnal havoc that she’s inflicted on the teenage stud, pushes herself firmly down on him, locking him into place inside her love box, ensuring that he is blasting his load upward into her furthest reaches of her pussy. “Oh yeah, babe! Give me that fucking load!” she moans as the stud’s ejaculation.