Where I am, is unimportant, I’ve never been to this place before, I’ve never used somebody the way I’m using you.You apply gentle kisses, they a...ren’t obligatory ones they’re real kisses, the kind I remember from once upon a time.All I can give you are mock kisses and a smile that says “Thank you, thank you for needing me.”I always dreamed of moments like this, but I never dreamt about you.Your touches are arousing me, I’m only human after all and as your fingers find my wetness I gasp with my. Blonde was the winner of a pageant in the upper Midwest. Her Nordic heritage was exhibited by her crisp blue eyes, her straight platinum blonde hair and her pale sun-starved complexion. She was tall, almost six feet, yet retained a packed figure with generous bosoms and tight toned waist, hips and ass. Blonde smiled shyly, fingers clasped coyly in front, a way to keep them calm during this first impressions meeting. This man was the polishing coach that the Pageant Matriarch had bragged about.. Wearing a very short and tight white dress. He also was wearing white nylons, has a long-haired black wig, and the view of the bulge of his hard cock was very visible in the dress. As she stroked my cock and fingered her bald cunt through her panties, he would show off his body and he clearly got harder as he watched her work my cock. My uncut cockhead was very wet, and she used her index finger to collect some of the precum, then she told him to lick it off her finger. As he licked it I. I bent over the back of the couch in the living room. Even with a very hard cock and my relaxed sphinster he needed plenty of lubrication to penetrate my anus. With much effort on his part and some pain on my part, he got in. He was in sexual highs because my big fat arse, as seen from the back, and this tight hole, were his favourite. I had never got an orgasm out of an anal fuck before, but for Ronie I would go for it one more time. I rubbed my wet, slippery labias and clit in time with his.