She grabs my hips and pulls herself against me. I feel her slippery breasts on my back, and her pubic hair is wet against my ass. She slides a hand do...wn to circle one of my buttcheeks and then squeezes it. The same hand moves to the front of my hip and reaches across my stomach to turn me around to face her, still standing so close. Our bodies are touching, this time breast to breast and bush to bush. I follow her lead and run my hand from her ass up her back and hold her at her lower back. I. Losing Emile and her son probably meant she'd lost everyone important in her life.Andrea got to the studio a few minutes early all smiles and enthusiasm and wanting to mess around some before we got started on the session. I told her I didn't really feel up to it and gave her the bad news."Oh, how sad! Do you want to pass on today's session?" No, I want to paint. It just wouldn't feel right to be, you know, using her house for our own, uh, pleasure." Sure, I can see your point. OK, let me get. If you wait one more minute I'll die." She replied throatily. She pushed her asshole against his cock, begging him to enter her, which he did. Slowly, teasingly, until the head popped inside her, spreading her, and finally filling her with his length. She truly thought she had died and found heaven when he started stroking into her ass over and over with plunging thrusts. Her ass cheeks jiggling at each connection of their bodies. Their moaning, whimpering and lust talk, filled the room, and. "Ah, shit! Stop for a second!" Are you OK?" I asked. "Did I hurt you?" It's OK. Alright, start pushing in again ... slowly."I pushed forward. I could feel each inch slip in as her ass hole gripped my cock tightly. I got just over half way in and I could feel Cindy pull back a little, trying to control the depth. I took her hint and pulled back until my cock was almost out of her and then pushed in to just about the same depth. I went at a controlled pace for a couple minutes, but fucking a.