She was trying to weigh her chances, judge his mood. But she misjudged.“Get lost, I am not in the mood.”“Bad mistake.” With two long strides h...e was next to her, leaned forward, gripped her hair an yanked her off the bed.Pain made her gasp, eyes wide open she looked up to him. Anger flared up inside him.Just strands of black hair remained in his fist as the other fist connected with her jaw and her head spun around. “Undress, now.” He tried to stay focused, in control. The urge to kick her was. "Oh Mom, that's so good," I groaned as she started to move her hands in an exquisitely wonderful corkscrewing motion up and down on my swollen pecker. She was doing just as I asked, taking her time, doing it nice and slow, but covering every square inch of my rearing shaft from the tip to the hilt with her hot slippery hands. I looked down at those massive tits of hers, swaying and bobbing deliciously as her hands worked up and down on my surging erection. Her nipples looked huge; engorged with. The last thing he wanted to do was let go, but his cock was already beginning to feel thick. If she felt him go hard she might never trust him again. “Just hold me a little more, okay?” she mewed into his chest. “It makes my problems seem so far away.” She squeezed his pec more deliberately. Enough so she had to be aware of it. Zach certainly was, acutely aware, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to control his body’s inevitable reaction much longer. It was as if the last six months of. She can, she can feel it throbbing through her sticky fingertip. She dips her finger in her inkwell again ready to render her work, slightly deeper this time, up to the first knuckle. She has waited so long and the feeling of her slender extremity entering her moist passage is enough to make her sigh with a heavy exhalation and a sense of relief. She is tempted to leave her finger inside, driving it deeper in her tight little hole but she wants to rub her sensitive little love bud a little more.