.wearanything........else....ooh...under my skirt?" Stockings...garter belt, and a half-slip. Oughhh! Fuck!" Do you want me to wear... a dress with a slit up the side? You know how youlike to look at the lace of my petticoats." Ooooh! I'm coming baby!," he cried."Pull out at the last minute! Come on my slip! Drench my panties with yoursperm!" She reached down into her open drawer and grabbed a silky whitepetticoat. It was a half-slip, with a one inch border of soft lace. "Mmm, I love the way your pubic hair feels on my pussy as I slide over it. It's making me so wet!" The voice from the body sliding over her said. Cheryl Lynn could feel that the pussy rubbing against her trimmed area was not only wet, but also very hot. What had been a perfect fold, was now opening up and the heat was leaving it in waves. Cheryl Lynn could feel the inner lining lips expose themselves as the sensual spot left a wet trail over the brown triangle. The more stimulated the woman's. He could not move. She wrapped her legs around his hips, locked her ankles together….and kicked hard. He involuntarily jerked his hips forward in reflex, and felt something tear as his cock slid up inside her until his balls rested on her puss lips. “Owwww!” she screamed as he rode up into her depths. “I’m sorry!” he blurted trying to withdraw. Her ankle lock would not let him out and he looked into her eyes, tearing from the pain.“I’m not!” she whispered, “I’m glad I was able to give this to. I’m glad your inner savage came to the fore. He shagged me into seventh heaven, and that’s what I wanted.”“Oh, wow. I’m glad. I’m not surprised that I wrecked your twat. I screwed you for about twenty minutes before shooting my load. My cock is a goner for the present.”“Oh, so it’s my fud’s fault that your dick is sore.”“No, I’m just moaning. You’ve given me so much joy today that I’m worried we’ll never match it again.”“I have the same concern but trying to equal it is going to be fun.”“I’m.