Soaking his cock with my wetness, giving him a feel and sense of what he is about to taste. He is panting, gripping my hips, licking his lips he wants... this so badly. I slowly slide up his body, his hands on my hips guide me to where he wants and needs me to be. He is salivating for this, his chest heaving. His hands on my hips are gripping me so tightly I will most certainly be bruised. I want to do this for him, be his first. So I position my legs on either side of his face but keep myself. You’re so close, mere inches from me. I can feel your snug body heat, I can smell your citrus shower gel. Wearing a pair of faded, washed-out jeans and a simple black tee. How can something so plain be so mouthwatering?Is it a damn muscle fit? Why does it show the outline of your muscles so perfectly? You know that I’m in love with those pecs and those robust shoulders, the way they always pin me down. The one thing more arousing than that is that this time they choose not to.Your big toe. Jack couldn’t believe his eyes, he walked over towards her unable to stop when he hit the wall. It seems the wall wasn’t completely gone, just invisible.His mother turned around and was still plunging her fingers into her pussy, she had a small triangle patch of red hair above her mound, but the rest was so smooth.She looked at the wall in front of her, thinking that the object of her lust was just on the other side. Picturing herself devouring his cock with her pussy. If it weren't for being. He had learned to ignore the snoring, the snorting, and the wheezes from chronic congestion that plagued her night and day.They had a sort of truce between them on that score.He never mentioned her noisy night sounds and she totally ignored his inability to restrain his passing of gas in the dark -- providing he was pointing his ass in the opposite direction.He fantasized in the dark about the pair of Swedish airline hostesses and their eagerness to offer their gleaming white buttocks to his.