Greeted by a cool breeze and a great view. We can see downtown in the distentance and the night is lit up with stars and lights all over the ground. ...While taking in the view and drinks I compliment you on how well you look in that little black dress and that gets me a kiss and a whispering the ear that you wore in just for me. We start making out on the balcony setting our drinks down half hazard on the railing. While making out you breathy whisper in my ear not to forget that you like it. "Get up", she ordered, "and undress me". He quickly got up on his feet, not believing all the luck he had- the privilege to undress her on top of the new toy felt like a dream. He started slowly unbuttoning her white shirt, not daring to look up at her face. The soft delicate skin that he was revealing and the smell of her perfume were making his cock hurt. Her heavy supple tits nestled in a white lace bra and he had to resist the urge to bury his face in them. He was very careful to not touch. She looked shocked. “No, I love it! Brandon was huge, it hurt like hell. You look…perfect.” She lowered her head and kissed the tip of my cock, not bothering to pull the foreskin back. “It’s absolutely perfect.” She quickly got back up and this time made no effort to stop as she lowered her pussy onto me.Slipping into her was the single best experience of my life.She was tight, hot, and wet, and despite my smaller size than the dick that had first entered her she seemed to enjoy it immensely.. I sit, lean over and pour myself a scotch, and loosen my tie. Cynthia stands stock still, staring at me. I take a sip of the single malt scotch, and set the glass down with a clink. I reach up, and tilt the table lamp down on its side, the light bulb aiming through the top of the shade. I flick the light switch, and the effect is to illuminate Cynthia in a baby spotlight. Ah, Cynthia. Sweet, smart, and oh so sexy, Cynthia. Her auburn hair is pulled up on her head. Her pale skin gleams in the.