He pressed against me and impaled himself as much as was possible inside me. His sturdy erection lifted me onto tiptoes and compressed my penis and th...ighs against the chilly the concrete surface.He had one hand on my shoulder the other on my hip as he shafted me hard. My outstretched arms fingered the cold wall unable to find purchase. Ten minutes ago I struggled for pleasure now I was fully committed to being a slut for this hung cock.He fucked me how he wanted for about 15 minutes. He ordered. The touch of their lips becoming more insistent and their tongues clashing and swirling as their passion increased.He pulled away. Taking her hand he led up her up the stairs to the bedroom. The lights were out and the heavy curtains closed; the only lights being flickering candles scented with rose hip. He turned toward her and smiled, all doubts about her being there leaving his mind ‘I’m glad you came’ he murmured.‘I haven’t yet,’ she smirked and with those three words he knew that the day. I pulled her shorts and panties down, then pushed her to sit down on the edge of the bed. I knelt down and untied her sneakers and pulled the first one off an pulled her shorts an panties off her foot with it. Suddenly she laid back on the bed an threw her legs up in the air and said "eat me" I was pretty surprised and was staring at her pussy less than a foot away. She was still full of cum even though I saw some that had spilled out in her panties. I think being home an feeling safe it all. Peering down the front of her blouse while trying not to make it obvious, J.J. can see that her perky little tits are braless. Usually, she has a playful, mischievous little smirk on her face, but tonight, her expression is one of earnestness. “It’s not the right time?” J.J. can only repeat in bewilderment. He’s eager to fuck the petite little hippie’s brains out, but is stymied by her weird hesitation. “No, no, it’s not that…not really…I don’t think…” she blurts out, letting go of J.J.’s hands.