It was the other way around. He was sticking to the plan, while she was way too excited to feel his hands on her.“I want him to be happy,” she whi...spered.“Is it okay if I make you happy too?” he asked.She didn’t know what that meant, but her euphoria at this working out so well made her pass over that.“Of course,” she said, not really knowing what that meant.For the first third of the song, he danced with her like anyone would have danced with her, holding her close. Then, when they were right. From time to time I paused to lick his skin, and each time he groaned. My tongue speared his bellybutton, and when I traveled lower his hard cock twitched like a diving board and smacked me under the chin."Oh, what do we have here?" I said. "Is this for me? Mmmmmm, it looks good enough to eat. Oh my, look how big it is. My hand hardly fits around it. Oh, the skin is so soft. Shhh. Did you hear that? Is it your wife?"Steve actually jerked his head towards the door. He went pale and his body. Licking. Pulling. Sucking. Her back arches. Her body trembles. Her hips thrust. Her mouth falls open, releasing a deep moan. Sweat is now covering her skin. She shudders against his body. What has he done? He caresses the curves of her body, kissing her lips tenderly. His gentleness surrounds his every move. The shuddering waves soon pass. He smiles his crooked smile, his eyes dancing playfully. She tries to move, but her tired limbs refuse to budge. What has he done? Her head spins. Her. I was astonished. I all of a sudden had a deep desire for it to be filled. I craved something, I crave anything. I started rubbing it with my fingers, it started producing some sort of liquid. I stayed in that room for what seemed like hours pumping myself with my fingers and starting to moan very loud every now and then when an excess amount of goo would flow out of me. I finally got tired and released myself to laying flat on the ground. There was a big puddle were my juices had all gone and.