I pull you down on top of me and I guide you right into my wet pussy. I wrap my arms and legs around you as I pull you into me. I move my head up so ... can keep nibbling on your neck and ears; I alternate sides as I do that. I tell you to fuck me as hard and fast as you can; as you really get going you move your hands under my ass and pull me up to meet your thrusts and you push yourself as far into me as you possibly can. I would feel you squeezing it and kind of rubbing it around with your. With one stroke, Al had done for the biggest meanest bad-ass, and grabbed Solange, Art History Professor of Cassandra. He was doing all the requisite Hero solacing to Solange and she was hugging him around the neck when the Inn owner stepped out. "That's my indentured servant a'hugging you," he said.Al gave him the hard-nosed Federal look and said, "Where are her indenture papers?" Umh," said the big guy. He was fixing to go all bad-ass when he noticed the real deal lying about bloodying up his. I have to admit, this tirned me off at first becaue I imagined seeing a guy in every form-talk about an image killer! She assured me that while she would not be fully dressed, I would see the slender sissyboy that would turn me on and was she every right! When I opened the door, she had a delicate, smooth face and long black hair to her shoulders. The jeans she wore were slender and tight, and she had a nice round ass.I offered her a drink which she gladly accepted. We were both a little. "Now isn't that better, my dear? Drink up," Max chuckled, smirking to himself as he raised his own glass and drained it with one great gulp. He watched the innocent wife finish off the contents of her glass and had to resist the temptation to pour them each a second portion. But he knew he had to be careful. After all, the little lady would be going home to her husband that evening and Max found himself wondering sardonically if the forgetful punk would even know what to do if his choice little.