I use my hands to play with her breasts whilst fucking her slowly. We are both watching in the mirror and it is one horny sight. I pull her head back ...ently by the hair for a kiss and use my free hand to play with her clit. It feels incredible and the wet smack-smack of sliding in and out of her is a symphony.Olivia tells me she wants me to fuck her on top so she expertly changes positions.I slowly enter her and use her legs to pull her slowly down my shaft. I start fucking her slow making. But, the heat from his swollen sex, (its close proximity bathing her cheek in its radiated warmth), merely served to reminded her of the hot liquid ache now ever present between her own legs.Opposite, and partly obscured by the drunkenly swaying cockstem that separated them, Mariel’s features seemed as flushed as her own would undoubtedly appear to be. Those azure blue eyes, with their now dilated saucer shaped pupils partially hidden, stared back at her, heavy lidded, weighted with the same. Mary cuddled up to him, pressing her full breasts against his chest and slipping her hand around his hard cock.“Holly sent me over here ... she told me to go spend the night where I normally spent it ... she’s known that we’ve been lovers for some time” Mary explained.They kissed passionately whilst Mary played with his cock. Satisfied that he was hard enough she mounted his cock and impaled herself on his thick shaft.“Fuck I love that feeling” she groaned as she pitched up and down in ever. .While She makes this wanker spunk his pants seeing Her like this......“ohhh Miss, can’t hold it, ohhh Miss, you’re going to make me do it......ohhhhhh ohhhhhhhhhhhhh” SPUNK SPUNK SPUNK SPUNK SPUNK in my pants.If anyone’s in touch with Miss Angela I’d LOVE Her to see this!Back in the 70s and 80s, when mags were lovely – not too explicit for a useless wimpy girl-worshipping wanker like me - I always assumed the girls that pose would never let men touch them, or ‘do stuff’. It just seemed.