She could wear her tight jeans and her little white spaghetti-strap tank top. And chaps.Her hands shake slightly as she looks through the rack of chap...s, because she feels his gaze on her. The smell of the leather surrounds her, intoxicating her with a scent that has always been erotic. It fills her nostrils and seems to be a direct link to vagina. She inhales deeply and feels her pussy clench, as though it knows the sensuousness of the material.She picks out a pair of supple black leather chaps. He moaned with pleasre and I loved making him groan. I started licking his head and moving down his shaft, after a little bit Iwas rubbing it while sucking his balls. He then shouted out "I'm cumming!!" and I let him cum all over my naked tits and mouth, unlike what he did to me. I then told him to put his cock in me. He knew I wasnt a virgin, and that i had been on the pill for a year now, so he had no worries about hurting me.He put his eight inch cock at my wet opening and thrusted in. I let. “Gotta go to the bathroom.”I watched her dash to the en suite and waited, wondering what she’d do when she’d finished. The toilet flushed. The sink ran for a while. Then she emerged and, light on her feet, rushed out of the bedroom, saying, “I’ll be right back!”What was she doing?Addison eventually returned. I lazed in bed. She’d brushed her hair and tied it back at the nape of her neck, sweet and fresh.“I had to brush my teeth,” she explained, slipping into bed and moving to my side.I rolled. Stepping in she started rinsing her hair. Suddenly the water went cold she quickly stepped out from under the water screaming out of surprise. Mike came into the bathroom and opened the shower curtain. “What seems to be the problem?” “Sir the water went cold.” Mike laughed. “I know I turned off the hot water, sluts who pee on floors don’t deserve a hot shower. Now get showered slut. As Mike closed the curtain, Melissa looked at the cold water coming from the shower head. She hated cold showers.