They were such a snug fit over my womanly hips he struggled. Big bum in other words.He forcibly shoved his hands inside and into my pants."Fucking HEL...!" he exclaimed "You HORNY BITCH!" He'd got his finger up me, I was incredibly wet.He rubbed my clit and I nearly took off."Fuck me" he said , it wasn't an instruction "On your knees, girl" I found a relatively clean bit of floor space and knelt for him. He opened his skintight jodphurs and produced an erection that would have had some of the. In fact, the regular visits have become a refreshing outing since I have a visit to the Art Institute, an elegant lunch somewhere in the city and a leisurely train ride back to our home in the suburbs. My favorite collection at the Art Institute is The Impressionists. I always begin there lingering before old favorites and wondering at the artists’ feelings as they painted such exquisite versions of what they saw. The lily ponds of Monet, the young lovers in the haystacks of Van Gogh. Beyond. Once his dick was at full mast again I pulled my mouth off it and lowered my wet pussy on to it. At the beginning I really felt like it would rip me in halves. I got just five inches in and then I rose up back to when the mushroom was still inside and lowered myself back down on it. After a long while working my little pussy up and down on it I finally the entire nine inches up against my womb. I moaned with pleasure, as Matthew still tried to shove a bit more of his cock inside of me.As I rode. I continue to keep eye contact as I begin bobbing my head up and down. You entwine your fingers in my dark brown hair as you force my head down further onto your cock. A loud moan escapes from your mouth and I’m very pleased with myself. After a few minutes pass you finally decide to let up. I wipe my mouth, get off the bed, and make my way over to the door to lock it. You watch me as I turn around and begin to undress. First I remove my shirt so I’m left standing there in my little black.