“Why?” Fred sounded undeterred. “Post date antics. What else?”Daphne looked at him. There didn’t seem to be enough flights of stairs to her ...floor.“Fred, we’re friends. This wasn’t like a date. I know what you’re like, okay? And that’s not me. I’m not that kind of girl.”They’d reached her floor. She unlocked the door to her apartment.“You wouldn’t have said yes if you didn’t want it.” Fred said.Daphne set down her purse. Her keys. Her jacket. Kicked off her heels.“I said yes to coffee.”Fred. Get me, daddy!"He got her. His lips sucked at the quivering, hot little stub, milking it quickly and making Coral moan steadily until she started to stiffen and jerk. He got his mouth over her hole and sucked at it just as she raised her ass upward, tearing a small tuft of grass out by its roots and dangling it under her until she had shuddered stiffly; then she fell back on the ground.She rolled over to lie on her side, her knees drawn up to her tits and her hands balled together at her mouth.. My knuckles were white where I gripped the sinks edges, I was still in heels, which gave me height, and I opened my legs as I felt him feel between them, 'You are so ripe for this', was all I heard, my head so far down into the sink, my blond hair soaked the water that lay in the bottom.He stroked and I opened and parted, his penis rubbed against the inner labia of my cunt, opening it like a budding flower in Spring, stopping abruptly against my entrance as if an obstruction, his cock bending. "We neglected to deposit my cum in one hole today, though," you say teasingly, as you grind your already hard again cock against me. "Mmmmm, I guess I better take care of that before we leave!" You go in and bring out a washcloth so I can clean off your cock and tease it mercilessly. I kneel down and gently run the washcloth up the length of your shaft, raining kisses on the head and down the side. Your cock is growing harder with my hands rubbing the warm wet washcloth over the length of your.