"Thank you," I replied.We kissed once, and then we both got out of the shower. She brought me over to the sink, and she sat on it. First, we made out ...again for a few minutes, as our boobs pressed together. As both of us were getting a little dry, I went down south. I knew she had been pleading with me to fuck her, in her mind anyway. I finally did, and I went in deep right away."I remember this pussy, I've missed it so much," I said.I never had sex on the bathroom sink before. Honestly I never. She gasped, so I began to move it back and forth, teasing the clit out from its hood. She moaned loudly, still wanking me, as I worked my finger in her she pushed back against me more and more. Without another word, she dipped her head into my lap again and began sucking on my cock as if her life depended on it. As good as she was, the inherent thrill and danger compounded her activity and I could already feel my orgasm building. I flicked my finger as quickly as I could, doving further into. I was uncomprehending until he got to his knees and I could see the entirety of his stiff cock. So he wanted to go the whole way? That was perfectly fine with me!"Think you can handle it?" he challenged me, seeing my wide eyes."Try me!" I responded, and my words brought another grin from him. Before I knew that happened, I was on my hands and knees, his hands firmly grasping where my leg met my hip. I felt the head of his cock press into me -- his saliva and my pussy juice provided enough. Slow and deliberate, his thumb lightly rubbing me, he kept on at the same pace. I tried to speed up myself, driving backward onto his prick. He smacked my bottom hard, making me yelp.“Hold still,” he ordered. I whimpered. “I’ll go faster when I’m ready.”For fifteen minutes, nice and slow, never changing pace, his cock squelching in my cunt. Not even fully entering me, his hips never quite slapping against my ass. I was frustrated he was never going to bring me my orgasm and whimpered again.“Do.