"Wait a minute. What do you think you're doing?" Johnyelled.She kept taking off her clothes, then reached over andripped off the skirt and top that he... was wearing. He waslying there, naked except for his bra. He was covered insweat. Susan threw John's legs up in the air, holding themthere with one hand. With the other hand, she removed herpants and underwear. Her dick was rock hard."Stop! No!" He yelled. She smiled and rammed her hard cockinto his pussy."Oh, yeah!" she said. "Now I know why you. He kisses you again, but this time a little harder, pressing his lips firmly against yours. His hand finds its way down to your thigh and squeezes, by now you’re just dying for him to take you, you want him so badly, and he wants you more. You look down, and see the bulge in his pants, you want to see the monster free, and so you decide to get him even more excited. You grab his crotch, your actions are rewarded with a pleasurable moan from him, his hand slides a little higher up your thigh in. Yes, she had been dripping wet, but not to the point where she could have drenched the carpet. Sticking her nose closer, she couldn’t detect the usual smell of her arousal (something she found embarrassingly enjoyable). The water in her bedside glass hadn’t been knocked over. What had happened? First, Emma needed to clean up. In the shower, her genitals were still throbbing enjoyably, so she brought herself off again, though it was quick, and to be truthful, not very satisfying — now that she. And his hands were rubbing up and down her back, his fingers pinching her firm buttocks at the terminus of their downward stroke. And his touch was stoking her sex furnace and she was about to erupt."Ooooooohhhhh!" she whimpered as his mouth and spearing tongue found hers. His kiss was masterful and demanding. She let her lips part, chin lift slightly so he could jut his tongue into her mouth. His tongue was wild. Mavis felt she had never been French-kissed like this before in her life. And he.