She walked over to me and reaching down slid her soft hand over my very hard cock while she took a drink of her wine."You're not going to cum, are you..." she asked. "There still a lot more I have to tell you."I couldn't speak, my throat was dry, all I could do was watch her walk over to the fan. Facing it, she spread her legs and put her hands behind her head, letting the air wash over her body."Turns out that the guy who had been taking the pictures had turned on the video camera and was. Finally Val recovered her senses and mumbled, "C'mere, you gorgeous bastard," which he correctly interpreted as, "Come up and kiss my mouth, you fool," and he did.In a minute or so Val laughed softly, and said, "When you French kissed me on the dance floor, all I could think of was how good your tongue would feel in my pussy."It occurred to Joe that he had told her essentially the same thing about having her suck his cock and he laughed and admitted, "I love oral, and I guess you do as. His movements were slow, measured, and with an acute angle. I push myself up, sliding him harder into me. One of his hands caressed my breasts while the other rested on my mound as he thrusted. He placed his thumb on my clit and I tightened my pelvic muscles, almost as a way of saying thanks.. He rubbed the spot as we moved faster on the bed. The feeling of his thumb, the quickened pace, was taking me over the top. I was beginning to climax and as my legs buckled the soft silk scarves reminded. “Spread your gaand bitch!” I say to you & you look back. SMACK! I slap your ass hard & say, “Did I tell you to look back or spread your asscheeks ?” “Spread my ass,” you reply & then hold your asscheeks in each of your palm & spread them. I hold my lund in my hand & rub my topa in your asscrack. I can feel my topa getting wet from your choot’s rass & I so much wanna just bury my lund inside that tight raseeli choot of my darling. I feel the hot entrance of my darling bitch & the tight hole.