He kissed up her neck and slowly planted a gentle kiss on her lips, she kissed back softly and he made eye contact. He could see she was still hungry for more but he knew she couldn’t last much longer. He laid back and brought her up to meet him. She was wobbly but she still managed to mount him and he began teasing her with his head. Every brush his head made with her clit he could feel it quiver, and the cum dripping down from her pussy was warm and heavenly, he stroked his cock for a little bit before having her slide down an inch onto it. She groaned and he continued to stroke himself, every time he got close to her clit he would slide his thumb back over if and feel her entire pussy and body shiver, he smiled and big dick with out warning he slammed himself inside her. Alice gasped and tilted her head black, she was so much more wet and tight while on top that Brent couldn’t help it. He held his hips up and grabbed her throat, pulling her down towards him and began thrusting. She groaned louder and louder, practically screaming as Brent kept her on him by her throat with one hand and had his other pinching her nipples. She orgasmed again and this time Brent couldn’t have pulled out if he had tried. He felt his cock swell and then surge up, he couldn’t tell whose cum was whose as he watched it all slide down his cock big dicks every time she slid up, he smiled and relaxed, letting her go and she fell to his side, smiling and reaching down playing with their mixed cum. She was tired and fulfilled, she knew she was going to enjoy this weekend as she laid back breathless and began to imagine how she had met Brent... It was a hot Toronto summer Sunday evening when I was headed back home from spending an evening downtown with my friends. As 23-year-old junior college students we were enjoying the much-needed break from our semester exams. I was about six subway stops past the Bloor-Yonge line in an empty cart, I was seated near the doors having a perfect view of the empty seats opposite of me. The humidity was getting to me so I decided to unbutton three of the top buttons of my silk white shirt. My black, lacey bra was almost visible but given the cart was empty I couldn’t give a damn. Just as the subway came hard fuck to a halt at the Greenwood stop I decided to touch up and reapply a bit of my luscious light peach lipstick to my supple, soft lips. It was at this moment that this gorgeous, buxom blonde lady entered the cart. Swaying in front of me in a black shimmering sequin dress while swinging her black Hardcore Sex clutch in right hand, her hips seemed to sway in time to the tune she whistled: ‘Young Folks’. With her lips pursed, this atomic beach blonde haired beauty continued to whistle as she took the seat directly opposite me with her legs crossed. Wearing a pair of platinum guild Weitzman Stilettos, the intricately designed straps drew me to her thin ankles and well blow job pedicured toes. Her nail polish and lipstick all matched: a bright red, the colour of love, passion, lust. She must have been at least six feet tall with the shoes on, probably 5 feet 10 without them. At 5 feet 3 with a very dainty frame I could imagine this woman with a solid, toned body towering over me if I were to stand next to her. “What, we can’t take your money!” Cindy quickly exclaimed. My heart was pounding in my blow job ears, accelerating with my freefall, like a warning drum of my mortality. I couldn’t help but big dick smile excitedly. THANK YOU, PABLO DIABLO. Just when success seemed certain the worst happened. couple hours and it was really great having conver- Jeff was now turning his head to follow Annette as she continued her slow walk around him. It was unbelievably sexy. John presents himself in big dicks front of me. “Sir, since hard fuck I met you that night in IHOP, you have changed my life. Shaking my head, I felt power well up in me that I hadn't before. Aa pirraloo inka balamaina nee sallu, nannu tempt chestunnyi.. “Ha-hah, very funny. Part Three Hardcore Sex
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