The last time she came, I almost couldn't breathe. She was so tight, so wet, soaking my face, and squeezing her legs together. When she finished, she ...laid there, and my dick was intensely hard. I knew that, after cumming early, typical of how a thing worked with me, I could fuck her for an hour and not cum.Except that's not exactly what she had in mind.As she finished, she sat up and was leaning against the kitchen counter."Let's go in the other room?" Brandy said.I stood up and she. “Careful, there’s a bottle of red in there and lay the dining table… slave!” She giggled again.Staying in the kitchen, chopping, frying, cooking, I listened as she played the album again. I dared not go back into the lounge for fear of messing up the food or displaying just how much I liked her. The promise of a night alone with Grace felt good, too good to be true in fact. In twenty-four hours, this tidal wave of desire washed away my aloofness. It was no good denying it; I really fancied. ‘Is that the signal? You start humping me like a dog?’ She reached down to grab his dick, which was stiffening. He rolled so he could reach into the drawer to grab a condom. She took the opportunity to wrap her mouth around him, bringing him to his full length. As he sat up, she laid back onto the bed. He knelt by her, grabbed a pillow, and had her lift herself up to slide it under her butt. He positioned himself between her legs, and he heard a soft, ‘Mmmmmm’ as he entered her. Thrusting. Her ring gripped my cock, I started to move inside her as I slowly shafted her arse then moved in a bit with each forward stroke, she was biting her lip as I fucked her arse, she put out her hands and I pulled her up into a sitting position on my cock, it slid the rest of the way into her as she rode it with her arse on my cock, she kept closing her eyes “ so you like dirty talk do you?” she queried “ well I have to tell you I have never in all my life experienced such a fantastic fuck, the way.