Her cumming was often sequential from the angle she rode, how he lifted his hips up to meet her pelvis and sink it all in...
The view, albeit obstructed by her free-flowing dress, was one to die for. In retrospect, gave it all a little room for imagination.
Jasmine gagged and spat as she brandished his full length between her digits and played with it like a child would with a toy.
There was a fire between her legs and he wasn’t sure if he was stoking it or putting it out but his wood sure felt stiffer, warm and glowed with a fiery flicker every time he withdrew before going in again.
She wet his dick on her tongue and he slid it right in and seeing the veins dilate on its length as it went in and out made her even hornier.
He went on to kiss her as the giggles died down and little moans rose from their ashes in bated breath.
He pulled back her hood and she trembled under the weight of his tongue. He was a dementor seeking to suck her very soul out and anything else she harboured.
She turned around and rear-ended himself onto his mouth so gently then arched her back to rest her lovelorn pussy onto his ready tongue gently.
His beard tickled the moist trace his tongue left but his kisses made the act tough to follow.
There was this familiar passionate look in her eyes as she did all this and the way she got engrossed in her excitement.
It was almost like kissing freshly watered flower petals only this time all the nectar is there for your taking.
I pinned her on the wall like the masterpiece she was. My Monalisa. The kisses never ending. I may have smudged her into some form of abstract art.
Their bodies moved in harmony as their breathing got even more laborious with her every minor fall and major lift.
What they both agreed on is that they both loved the spontaneous grabbing of the ass while running errands at the house and in public while no one was looking. The lost look in her eyes after a long passionate kiss. The bite marks at weird places from the spasms and my aching wrist from the death grip between her thighs.
It was one of those slow weekends through which he hangs around in his pyjamas all day with half a wood in his pants for most of it. This was no worry anyway since he lived alone and hadn’t seen himself living with someone for the next year or two to come. He had dozed …