Sasha crawled to the young woman who stood with legs spread, reached up and pulled down the satin panties. Her tongue first licked and then penetrated... the waiting labial lips and Sasha began what she had learned would bring the woman her ultimate pleasure.Within moments the woman was panting, her hands going to her breasts as Sasha continued her oral ministrations.“Oh, God, here it comes!” shouted the woman who squirted into Sasha’s face. Sasha knew what was expected and drank heavily as the. ." "Well, mi cara..I.." "Joe, I'm afraid I'm going to get excited from feeling you in me, get so excited that I kill you…" "Kill me from the fucking? Sylvia, please…" "Joe, when was the last time you fucked a woman who loves you on her twentieth birthday?" There was a long pause. "I can't remember." "Joe, I am a very passionate woman. I think you understand that. I'm afraid that I love you so much, Joe, once you get me going, How should I tell you this? I'm afraid you won't be able to keep up. Ana had her nylon pantyhose in her hand. She took off her dress and showed me she was no wearing her black thong anymore. She had bruises in her thighs, some bites on her neck and breasts; her buttocks were reddish and worst of all, some semen stains were running down her tanned long legs… She had been well fucked for sure…I asked who was the lucky guy and she smiled… She told me she asked for a margarita at the bar and a handsome Portuguese waiter had brought it and had chatted with her during. "So you want me as your personal slut then?" she giggled.She had come a long way in a few short months. When I met her she was extremely shy and lacking self-confidence. But with gentle pushes from me she had moved along quite nicely. Our sex life before we were married was occasional to say the least and never fully naked, just a few, mostly unsatisfactory fumbles on the back seat of my car."Shower then breakfast I think," I said and I jumped out of bed."Don't you want me to be sluttish this.