We moved together, my cock slipping between her legs, her tits pressing into my chest. Grabbing both of her cheeks, lifting her up, I easily slid up i...nside her, where I held her and we fucked, until I moved to the dresser for support. Unlike my Teresa, this girl really knew how to fuck, how to make my cock feel like it was being milked, while pumping it, keeping me on the edge, but not allowing me to cum, until she was totally satisfied. My legs were getting weak, moving to the bed, somehow she. She saw the condom in my hands and asked “Now, are you going to put that condom on or do want me to?” She knew what the answer would be, but she had to ask anyway, it was just the way she was. I tossed her the condom and walked into the steaming shower. Water fell on my head as I got in the shower I looked at Caity and said “If you can put this condom on my cock using only your mouth I will lick your sweet spot again tonight for as long as you want” Caity didn't need to be told twice, she just. She too was wearing a short skirt and as we walked to my living room it was very noticible that she was not wearing a bra. I had put out some wine so we sat on the couch and got to know each other better. The tension was killing me. Val took my hand in hers."You are so beautiful, Anna. You know I want to kiss you don't you?" I sorta thought so" I mumbled."Well, since you thought so and still invited me over, I think we should" she said as she took my face in her hands.She lightly kissed my lips. Again, not that partners and sex acts are the same things, but was I the only one who heard the hushed tones of quiet desperation from heterosexuals reading 50 Shades of Gray? And again, I’m stereotyping, but I never have had sex with a man who would’ve curled up into a ball and cried at the idea of me watching pornography, wearing panties, or even having sex with a woman.Heterosexuals do not seem to have the same amount of pride in their sex lives.To be fair, they do not risk as much. Because.