At the very least, even if I only wanted to fuck her hot body, I felt like I could still say I loved her. It might not be as meaningful as when I said... it to Serenity, or when a married couple said it to each other, but my infatuation and lust had to be called something.So why not love?And I could honestly say that I liked her. Still, I couldn’t help but wonder if I really was taking advantage of her, considering she’d been through so much in the last twelve hours. Would she really feel the same. He began to rub the silky material and commented to Mercedes that, as her panties were drenched would she like him to remove them for her. She gave him the signal to go ahead. Kevin then removed both her shoes, and slowly began to entice her panties from her body. Mercedes raised her bottom slightly from the grass, allowing Kevin to slide the underwear beneath her hips and down her legs. As he did so the material left a minute trail of her wetness down the inside of both her legs all the way to. I’d never imagined her sounding like that. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Keep fucking me. Fuck. Mmmmm.’ I kept thrusting harder into her, watching her tight asshole squeezing my cock as it went in and out of her, sliding so easily with all the lube I had applied. She was so tight, and I could feel my own climax approaching. “I don’t know how much longer I’m going to last,” I grunted to her. “I don’t care. Just cum on me when you’re ready. Fuck… this is so good. Fuck.” “Are you going to?” I asked. “I don’t. “Did it taste the same on my lips?” I asked gently. “It, um, no, well, I couldn’t really taste his jizz on you. I just tasted you.” I leaned over and barely brushed her lips with mine. I put my hand on her pussy. “You’re very nice, Mrs. Shepherd. Your hand feels good.” “You’re very pretty,” I said. “He’s a lucky guy.” “He never called me beautiful.” What? Oh, right, he called me beautiful. “I think you’re beautiful. He probably doesn’t know how to talk to you yet. Just like you didn’t know how.