How about you? When I cum, do you want me to take it out?” he asked.“And miss out on the jackpot. No way,” I replied.“Not all girls like to ge...t a mouthful,” he commented.“This one loves every drop, just warn me so I can do it justice.”We both returned to silently continue with the desire to bring each other off and enjoy the pleasures it brings.I did not need to direct him to my clit, he went straight for it and quickly got back into his stride. I went gently with him as I prefer to cum before. She could do things to me that Steve couldn't. Touch me in ways my husband couldn't. Feminine ways. And I could do things to her. Steve didn't have breasts and a pussy. Marissa snuggled up to me in her sleep. We were in a king-sized bed in my hotel room, hardly using any of the space with us so cuddled together. I shook my head, my pussy growing wet. Why was I so weak and sinful?What if Becky was like this? What if she and her friend, Tonya, were doing this sinful act? I was so afraid that. Well, phase one of my endeavor was accomplished. Now was the tricky part. That day i got up early, worked out, shaved, had a refreshing bath and decided to greet her in a sports tee and track pants(without underwear). I was banking on the age old ‘bulge in the pants’ gimmick to do the trick. So, at around 12 noon the door bell rang. I went to get the door with eager anticipation. And what i saw on opening the door left me spellbound. Well, the first thing that ensnared my senses was the musky. Aahhhhhhh. issshhhhh. “Fuck me and fuck me now”, she said. I give it a gentle push. With all the work up from last half hour or two it’s all wet and ready. My shaft slides in like hot knife thru butter. I feel her pussy taking over my shaft. And it fills in her nicely. They are made for each other. I let it rest in there. Let her pussy get used to it. It slid in but it was still tight. After few moments she moves a little, I get the hint, I pull out near the tip and go back in slow. As I pull.