Maria was in a trance, looking at the contrast of skin color as he pulled at her nipples and played rather roughly with her tits. She loved every sec...nd of the sensation, rubbing her ass on him to make sure he knew she was enjoying every second of his attention. Her husband would never have made her feel like this. Having sex with her husband wasn’t erotic, it was routine. This was living on the edge. Rick grabbed her by the hips and pulled her panties down to her thighs. He pushed her. "Sure. That would be great." I sat down with my chest against the pad she had against the seat back and she went to work on me. After a minute or two I could feel her breath on my neck as she kneaded my muscles."Does this feel good?" "My nipples are hard." I replied jokingly.She chuckled and I felt her hands trace their way down my back and massage my lats. Her hands snaked around my torso and I felt her strong digits on my hard nipples (they'reALWAYS hard). As she massaged my nipples (which I. In the room beside her, another girl lived alone.Her nickname was Ani. Those who have read my previous stories will remember Priyanka.Priyanka was a bisexual girl while ani had tried making love with her boyfriend but realised that she was a pure lesbian.My girlfriend was the most shy girl back then.She could be passionate and wild while making love, but she couldn’t express what she wanted from me.She felt too shy. It’s not like that now, though.We keep on talking while making love.She asks me. The best orgasm of my life had been with a guy. Not with a gorgeous, perfect ten blonde. A domineering, faggot of a guy. I had been man fucked into sexual ecstasy. Too sick for words. Too true to ignore. I dont remember leaving the club. I returned to my senses sometime before noon on the following day. I was fully dressed and in my car. Leather pants back on. Zipper done up. Stomping boots on. The brown bottle in my pocket. In the parking lot across the street from the House of God. Freezing.