I need you….come with me….we can swing by your place, you can pack up some stuff and we can leave all of this behind us….be together….say yes....’ Kissing him she started to cry, ‘I can’t…..’ Wiping away her tears with his fingers he whispered, ‘You can…..’ ‘No Patrick I can’t….I can’t live your way of life….this last few days have been a moment out of time….but I don’t want to have to always look over my shoulder to check to see who is behind me, and worry about you slipping back to old ways….we. Instead, he clawed into those muscle clad sides and began to gently prod her aching flower. Even from a position of disadvantage, he didn’t give up and that’s what amazed her. Rosita arched backwards to meet his newly extended reach. Bracing her palms on his knees, she jolting frantically to summon his climax. Xavi obediently laid still and let the magic of the nude Amazon course through his veins. Ultimately, her robust gyrations made his loins crack like a duck’s egg. Molten buttery yolk. Nothing could get between them. Amazing. "I've already had my morning nookie but do I get to watch?" he said nonchalantly leaning on the door jam and sipping a cup of coffee. Kristen started to explain that what he had seen wasn't what he had thought, they were just talking. But Jeremy, having done another best-friend-telepathy-thing again with her husband reached out for her waist and pulled her to him, urgently taking her mouth. His eyes, however, stayed for a moment on his friend, gauging. While that was shocking (I have no idea why), what really knocked me over was that the moans I assumed were coming from a girl (with a deep voice), were actually coming from a guy.I knew because his body was all man. I knew because I could see a very hard dick under him slightly jerking to the rhythm of the hard pounding he was receiving. He was bent over on all fours, back arched, head down, moaning into the bed. I couldn't look away. I couldn't move. I promised I tried. But no matter how much.