’ His hand moving down to guide her, one leg bent, his hips rising up into the thrust of her hand. ‘That’s it, yessssss.’ Froo knelt up next t... him, her hand moving at a steady rhythm, she looked down at his lovely body laying golden against the white cotton sheets, his face laying back against the pillow, eyes now closed, hair mussed and glossy black, one arm laying crooked above his head, and she slowly lowered her face, to gently kiss the end of the hard rod in her hand before opening her. Carla Jean, never married, was the type who loved to play around, flirting with men but never taking them too seriously. She generally lived life as if she were on a playground. My sexual fantasies about her always intensified whenever there was a family event. I particularly remember a beach vacation that had me hiding in a back room of the beach condo almost on a daily basis. Excusing myself to take a shower to “get cleaned up” after a day at the beach, I found myself in a locked bedroom of. He fucked her face for a few moments more, as he stepped back I heard the familiar pop of a cock leaving her mouth. She looked toward me the look in her eyes said how sorry she was, quickly another cock was stuffed into her throat. My balls were tightening as I was about to come myself. I looked down at this beauty sucking my cock? Her eyes met mine and I couldn't help it, my thick cum filled her mouth as she continued to suck. She swallowed every drop and continued sucking. At this point the. Wendy stood straight and drank a few gulps from her beer. Her perfume was still hovering around, her tanned legs within inches of me. I decided to play a bit and tickled the back of her knee closest to me. With a bit of a yelp her knee buckled a bit and she leaned against me, gripping the bottle so she wouldn’t drop it. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Stop! That tickles.” She straightened up again. I slowly reached towards her like I was going to do it again. She bent her knees away trying to elude.