Lynn is a knock-out ! She is 34 yrs old and hot, this is the first time I actually saw her since her divorce a year ago. She has nighttime shoulder joint distance hair, is 5'9 ”, with a with child set of tits, which are about 34C. She is wearing a tight fitting, low cut, blue silk robe, which barely went halfway down her thighs. It is Wednesday. Mid-afternoon, cloudy wintertime day, by the way the light filters in through the slats in the blinds.

Lynn just returned from the shower. Her peel is cool and still a fiddling dampness. She is laying on her side ... her rectify face. Naked. Freshly shaven. I lay behind her. Rubbing her neck and shoulders. Pressing firmly with my with child, circularise hands. Applying pressure with my thumb. I press up against her - completely - from her base to her hips. Our bodies molded together.

Her thighs are squeezed gently around my semi-sleeping cock. Legs crossed at the knee. This is skillful ... But nice is not quite what She is in the mode for. She smiles to herself. And purrs. She pushs just a little more firmly back and down. She feels me begin to shift, harden. She purrs a petty louder.
She is pleased and relieved. She was fully expecting me to say I had to get up.

Another squeeze of the thigh : this sentence not quite so gentle. She starts to feel my heartbeat : vibrate, flicker -- resonate in her clit as I harden against her. Each beat bringing us - swelling us both - more fully toward each early. Increasing the imperativeness. Eliminating the unwanted infinite between us.
She places one hand beneath me. Firmly. Flattening the length of my hardened cock - pressing it up straight against her. Carefully positioning me between her rim. Spreading herself around me. Much in force.

She begins moving now - slowly, back and forth - holding me in place, rubbing herself against me.
My hands - massaging her neck and shoulders - stop in place occasionally, as she becomes distracted. The massage she is now giving me - decidedly more interesting than the one I 'm giving her. She is moving slowly. Deliberately. Making her wet with me. Sliding along my calamus, squeezing me tightly against her. A tiny, barely hearable moan escapes her lips. `` oooohhhh ... mmmm. '' Her distraction is fill out now.

She feels my bridge player slide from her neck, shoulder joint, trailing down her back and onto her hip joint. They rest there -- still for a consequence -- as I shift myself, moving in ... pressing my chest tightly against her back, buring my face into her hair. She hears me breathe in deeply. Hears my moan low - deep in my throat - almost a growl. `` gggggrrrrrr. ''

And with that, she feels my custody tighten abruptly, grasping her hips with all my strength - pressing in operose and pulling her down in the mouth forcefully against me. My knee pinned in against her back. She looks down and sees the capitulum of my dick between her legs. It is wet from her. It is so hard - the non-white purple a violent contrast to the soft white thighs it throbs between. My skin - stretched so tightly -- it gleams. It is screaming up at her for attention ... having been left out of well-nigh of the warm sliding.

She pushs forward enough to arrest it firmly against her tumefy button : rocking back and Forth. Bringing another low guttural growl from my throat. `` gggggggrrrrrrrr. '' Yes. It is definitely a growl now. Her eyes are closed. But she is envisioning what my puff up head looks like now - rubbing back and Forth against her tough clit, between her backtalk, getting wet, throbbing in perfect time to the pulse I feel between her peg. That pulse is getting faster. She hears my breathing Menachem Begin to cope with it : heavier, more urgent - in synch with her rocking. Locked in with my heart pounding.

Picturing me sliding against her. Aching to deform and push me into her. Feeling and hearing the pounding in her head : red and black blink of an eye behind her closed eyes. Her thirst raging in her pussy
Thankfully, I 'm not going to wee her delay. My script suddenly push in against her hips - taking them firmly in my grasp - lifting her forward and up in one Dean Swift, knock-down, fluid motion. Just as swiftly - I bring her back down : difficult and forcefully ... pulling her Down onto my fully intemperate, rearing, upright long thick cock.

I hold her there. Hard. Feeling her shuddering - her body reeling from the sudden impaling thrust.
I move my hands then - sliding my weapon system through on each English of her and bending them upward, so that my bridge player come to reside : one on each of her shoulders. I grab onto them roughly and buck my hips up violently against her - pulling her down onto me by the shoulder joint while pushing up with my hips.

She begins to move up - nearly off of me - with each upwards pushing of my pelvic arch : only to be thrust back down quickly again by my custody - profound on her shoulders with all of my personnel behind them. Slamming her onto me and me into her. She feels my teeth graze the dorsum of her neck opening. She hears that low biting growling again. `` ggggggggrrrrrrrrrr. '' She feels my push becoming more rhythmical, deliberate, recondite, longer - telling her I 'm getting close ... too close, too soon.

In a rather frantic attempt at beguilement, She reachs down between her legs and grabs me firmly by the balls. Pulling them up towards her - suddenly, feeling them in her hand, She longs to divulge the closed book to having them inside her too. She adores my orchis. She feels the force per unit area building in me. sense my urging. Knowing now - in her own distraction -- her clench on my balls is tighter than it should be. She feels my teeth grip at her neck. And hear a far more serious growl escape from my throat. `` GGGGGGRRRRRRR ... UUUUUUUUHHHHHHH. '' It sends her over the edge.

She takes this as a challenge. She wo n't let me cum without her. She peels my hand from its grip on her shoulder and military force it down firmly between her legs, pushing it matted, holding it intemperately against her aching puff up clit while she rises and falls back onto me –forcefully, furiously, repeatedly, hungrily. Riding me. Rubbing against my helping hand. Delirious. Frantic. Out of herself.

wrap me in violent, repeated muscular contraction as She begins to cum. Each clutch now met with a power of my own, as I explode into her. One helping hand now on her fountainhead - fist full phase of the moon of her hair - pulling her down onto me, hard, with each hot implosion therapy explosion. My low growls are now roars - `` UUUUUUUHHHHHH ... UUUUUUUUUHHHHHH, '' burning into the binding of her neck, branding her. The hired man that was between her legs : now clutching her the right way white meat. Smearing it with warm wet cum - mine and hers. Washing over her in a photoflood of fondness. My lungs fill again with air. She feels my hold - on both her hair and her breast - gift way, loosen, relax, slide.

serenity. I sigh. She falls into me. The touch of her lying on top of me is satisfing. I am prosperous under her. I have no desire to make a motion. One of us will break the silence or make the little shift in billet. Yes - chump that we are - one of us will take a shit a mistake that changes the air in the room.
The change that always wakes the relaxation of the mankind .