Then unbuckled his belt, unzipped his jeans, and pulled them down with the briefs, and off his feet. With one hand she wrapped his aroused, warm, and ...smooth cock, and stroked. That hand, that tiny, soft, warm hand, just as he was imagining it’d be. “Slow down,” he whispered, “I won’t last long if you don’t stop.” “I want you,” she said between kisses. “I want you too, believe me,” he whispered, “but I dreamt of this moment so many times, that I want to enjoy it and I want it to last longer,” he. Loud and close the lighting flash fills the house. My tools still outside, I rush from the shower tug on my jeans and head to the stairs taking them three at a time.You are outside already putting the top up on your convertible as the sky’s open. The rain soaks your summer dress and it clings to your body like a second skin as you help me to gather my tools. We fall into the house laughing and dripping wet. Your dress now nearly translucent clings to your body like a second skin. My eyes are. Passing the front door, you pick up the newspaper from the floor and start unfoling it while entering the kitchen. You fix yourself a small breakfast, then read the headlines while you eat.Before you're done eating, you hear Vicky's door creak open, her footsteps in the hallway, and then the bathroom door open and close. A few moments later, the shower start running again, and you listen to the relaxing noise while finishing your breakfast and start reading the newspaper.About 15 minutes pass,. Watching the enjoyment of seeing me being wrapped around your cock write itself all over your face sends a rush of intense gratification throughout me, and as you mercilessly fuck me from beneath, all I can do is grip the bed frame in agonizing fulfilment, again feeling surges of rippling orgasm spread from within my core, making me cry out. I can hear your breathless pants becoming more and more urgent, and gazing at you my vision blurs as I am consumed by my orgasm rearing up again, searing.