Fuck me. Please.. I need it! I must have it!" Lisa cried as she thrusted her crotch over mine. "Shit! I think I over did it," I said to no one in part...icular as Lisa banged me standing up. "Lay down, bitch," I commanded. Lisa laid down and spread her legs giving me easy access. I slipped my tool back inside her, and then kissed her eager lips. As I started my humping, I began fucking her mouth with my tongue. I kept a steady rhythm for several minutes, but had to stop my mouth fuck when our. Your bra just stays in the same place. Your tits don't move. I watch as you slowly slide the straps off your arms and peel your bra away from your body. God I love your tits. I think you've had them done, cuz they don't move that much. They're still high and round and proud and yes, perky with your nipples hard and red. I love this bit, when you massage them, fondling your own tits. Does your bra pinch that much, because I don't see any redness. Or do you do it because it feels so good? It must. “What color today?” Ashley asked as she turned and leaned against my washer.“Pardon me?” I said noticing her crossed arms pushed her small tits up in a very attractive and arousing way.“What color are the panties you are wearing today?” she asked and smiled. I didn’t take anything sinister or threatening in this, it almost seemed like a logical question since she had obviously snooped in my basket seeing a dozen pretty panties in the basket and not a one of them the same color. Yes, they were. He'd held her tightly as he came and moaned her name over and over, "Ohhhh, Maria ... Maria ... Santa Maria!"She had kissed him passionately one last time before he fell asleep. When he woke up again a few hours later, she was gone. She had simply disappeared from his life as quickly as she had appeared. And that had been fine with him ... until a few weeks later when he found one of her shoes under his bed. He'd struggled with the urge to find her again for several weeks. That was why he'd.