“Mmmm,” she whispered. “Give it to me.”I pushed my hips forward, thrusting my cock inside her.“Oh yeah!” she gasped. “Fuck me, yeah! Fuc...k me!”Holding her leg up, I thrust my pelvis forward and back, my hips slapping against the soft flesh of her upper thighs, the sound of the slapping adding to her soft moans and the squishy noises of her wet cunt devouring my cock.“You like fucking, don’t you,” I muttered.“I love fucking,” she gasped back. “I want to fuck forever. Fuck me forever! Don’t. An hour was a long time to wait for a table.He thought about the other steakhouses in the area. The fancy ones didn’t serve steaks on the bone. It was always a New York Strip, Fillet Mignon, or a Rib Eye. The high priced steakhouses had asparagus, baked potatoes or fancy mashed potatoes for sides. They served garden salads with fancy dressings.The problem was that he liked a good sized Porterhouse steak, cooked medium rare. He liked a baked sweet potato with butter, sugar, and cinnamon as a. Trickles of liquid escaped from the corner of her mouth and dribbled down her chin. She smiled as she wiped it up with her finger and put it in her mouth. My cock hardened. She pulled another can from the cooler and cracked it open. She could see me checking her out, realizing that I had never seen her out of her coveralls.”Do you like my tattoos?” she asked as she put her arms out.”Very cool,” I answered, ”can I check them out?””Sure, ” she giggled, ”take a look.”I looked closely along her. "My husband won't fuck them, he thinks there to big!!" "There beautiful!" I said, and as I fucked them more I said "if you had a nipple ring they would bring more pleasure to you." I continued to tit fuck her and she moved back so her head was just passed my ass and she reached up and began to massage my balls. She placed one ball then both in her mouth and swirled them around. She licked my anus but did not stick her tongue in my asshole, just small kisses on my ass. I took out my dick and.