As soon as I looked at her, I was speechless. She was just in a black shirt. She was looking like sex goddess. Her milky white thighs were irresistibl... and were calling me to lick them. But before I could do anything, she came near me and sat over me and started smooching me. That was the wettest kiss I had till now. She looked more desperate than me. I slowly started kissing her neck and slide my hands inside her shirt. She was rubbing her pussy over my tool from over my jeans only.After 5. For my previous stories I didn’t received many feedbacks only few, I was disappointed for that. As ISS reader I like the stories which are short and sweet, it must be erotic too. So that we don’t waste time spending on the story which is more on sex (fucking – doing that, this).If the story is large also sometimes I get interest, if it contains arousing, oral sex, starting how t was happened, how you seduced and many more. By reading that part we have to heat up.My view is like that so authors. Mmmmm...mmmmmmm..." Miranda slowly began to moan into Darren's mouth as their tongues mingled, Miranda's own ceding control and following the direction of his own like a good little partner. Her tight pussy clamped ferociously around his cock, to the point that Darren almost couldn't get it inside her all the way. It wasn't resisting the filling sensation of his prick in the slightest; it was just that now that Miranda's pussy had gotten used to having Darren's cock inside, it didn't want to. Except Sheila O'Riley was no mere silly costume, especially in mirrors which I consciously avoided during modeling gigs. It used to be simply a do-and-forget play acting thing, but now I found myself comparing Sheila to the foxes at school and leaving myself at once smug and awed and not a little troubled that Sheila seemed a lot prettier than most girls at school.At first I reasoned it was probably because "her" appearing in fashionable dresses was a lot more attractive than the ubiquitous.