I tasted her blood which made her moan more. She was grinding down on my face. Her pussy with the blood tasted amazing. I went back over and held her... in my arms. My hands were all over her. She was so happy that she finally had sex. I was glad to have met her. “Clara, I’d love if you put my cock into your mouth. Let me lay on the bed and you can just suck my cock like a lollipop. Would you do that for me?” “Of course.” I went on the bed and laid on my back. Clara moved between my knees. She. Fingers nearly numb from the cold, I finally make a wide circle around the blazing inferno that is my pussy and I set about my work. My fingers move with a mind of their own, flicking and twisting, first this way, then that way. The acoustics of my overhang allow for a symphony of blissful moans, as though my imagined lover was just as pleased as I.Again and again, my fingers pull me close to climax, only to halt to a torturous stop. I beg my imagined lover for more, desperate to find release!. She begged me to fuck her, as she was never fucked by a man in her life because of his impotent husband. I took things in charge and about to insert my penis in her vagina, praveen begged me not to make her pregnant, if child was born it would be fair in complexion and people would doubt.I did not care any of his words, I put my penis in her pussy and her pussy seems to be tight but she did not show any sign of pain. While I was fucking she looked like she was in heaven and I could feel that. As we entered the front door she said 'excuse the mess, I haven't been home to straighten up yet,' I don't know what she was talking about the place was spotless. She said 'I don't entertain many people here and when I am here I spend most of my time in my bedroom, come on back.' I followed her trying not to run past her, my heart was beating like a bass drum, my penis was straining trying to burst through my jeans. When we reached her bedroom she turned on a lamp and started to pick up items.