Instinctively she tries to raise her head but he holds her down. Her anus clenches on his fingers when the water rises past her mouth and nose. He has... some difficulty positioning himself with one hand still holding her down but he manages to press the tip of his cock against her tight butt hole. She squeals into the water and clenches even tighter. He is unable to get any further inside her until he pulls her head up so she can breathe and relax for a moment."You're going to kill me," she wails. I gasped audibly as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slid them over his hips, his magnificent erection springing out from the confinement of his jeans. He stepped out of them and the full length of his rigid hard-on stood out in front of him, pointing slightly upwards, revealing a firm, tight scrotum beneath a full eight inches of beautiful, rippling muscle with a firm head that seemed capable of being used as a battering ram against the most solid of doors. He kicked his discarded. It was now or never. He abruptly leaned in to kiss her. The moment his lips touched hers he knew he was a goner. She returned his kiss softly at first. Tentatively as if she didn’t want to hurt him. She sighed deeply and raised her hands to his neck. She let out a low soft guttural noise and moaned. There is nothing in the world like the first kiss. The first touch, the first tentative display of physical affection towards someone you’ve longed for. Nothing is sweeter. Nothing is more desired. " "Yes." Grinning at me, Jeanne said, "Then I guess I'll have to keep you perpetually aroused." I laughed. "That could be fun." "I think so, too." Up to this point, Jeanne had just been sitting on my cock. Now she started to rock back and forth. She moved slowly, rhythmically. I remembered her comment that sex and dancing were closely related. She was dancing with me. I liked it. "Tell me what you were thinking about a moment ago. You know, while I was sucking your cock." It seemed like I.