You can fuck me, plunge into me, I can ride you fast and hard while your mouth is warm kissing and sucking on my tits, your face buried in them while ...you let out gasps of pleasure, ‘oh girl, your pussy is so tight’. Grabbing my hips you thrust up into me in rhythm. I let out a loud cry. ‘YES! Fuck yes, you feel so good, fuck me, fuck me hard’. Moaning, and deep breaths. Sweat dripping down my back. Your hips gyrate up into me on hand on my ass ensuring my pace does not slow, slapping my ass. JP didn’t mind, as long as they were looking and admiring it, he knew it was on their mind. He also had copious amounts of precum that helped to lubricate whatever he was fucking -- pussy, ass and for the last few weeks, his hand. His long cock came in handy when his crazy girlfriend wanted to go up against the wall. He easily reached and filled her pussy in the acrobatic position and his fluids left a pool of cum dripping on the floor.He commuted in an aging subway that was always packed. It got worse." Skippy began to cry."It's okay, honey," Don consoled, putting his arm around her, trying to avoid looking at her right breast that peeked inviting out of the open blouse."What are we going to do now?" she asked softly.She looked so innocent and vulnerable. "Find some place to ride the storm out. I have a cottage about a mile back. On a little hill. The water hasn't reached it yet, at least not a half hour ago. I went up to get my computer equipment. Didn't want to take the chance. Come on I feel so when I get your mails. Its your dick and my inbox is my pussy and mouth. Bang it as much as you can. Come on Your mails are like your dicks. When I see it in my inbox I feel the presence of your dicks in my holes and I feel the taste of your semen in my mouth. So continue your mails.lets begin the rest of my story. I dropped you in a chilled night after having a wonderful section with my bincy. I wanted to enjoy her again but the intense cold had put off our lust but she.