Her mind began to engage with her surroundings. She looked towards the bathroom and replayed the events in the shower. Her hand ran over the quilt on... her bed, reminding her of how she woke up laying on top of him after she had gotten sick in the kitchen. His hand in her hair when she fell asleep on the couch. She eased back on the bed. Now her thoughts strayed from the doctor’s office and holding his hand to the tickle fight they had just had on her bed. His lips on the side of her neck. The. I could feel her juices flow down my fingers. I leant down and slid my tongue down and tickled her ass as she rode. Faster and harder down my fingers, I could hear her pant, begging for cock. How could I refuse? I rubbed my cock wit the hand that had been finger fucking her, bulging like i'd never seen it before she moved her wetness onto the tip of my cock and slid herself down. She put her hands up onto the headboard to support herself as I began to thrust inside her, feeling my cock slap. She sucked me and asked me not to blow my load in her mouth…and I didn’t! All the time she held my dick with her hands and said how big it was. She asked me to eat her pussy, but I think I was terrible and that is why she pulled me up. She took me by the hand to the living room and rode me like I never thought it was possible. I came right away. She played with me some more and soon after my dick was hard again and she asked me to fuck her in different positions. I was able to last a lot longer. Fuck . Das Kleid saß verdammt knapp . Und meine Brustwarzen drückten mehr als hart durch den Stoff . Verrückt . Als Benny von der Arbeit kam hatte er einen Strauß Blumen dabei . Wunderbar . Ich küsste ihn dafür . Und wollte mehr . An seiner Hose spürte ich dass auch er für mehr bereit wäre . Wir kamen bis ins Schlafzimmer . Diesmal bekam er keinen Blowjob ab . Dafür war ich viel zu fickrig . Ich musste ihn tief in mir spüren . Er keuchte auf als ich mich auf seinen steinharten Schwanz gleiten.