Lynn is a knock-out ! She is 34 yrs old and hot, this is the inaugural meter I actually saw her since her divorce a year ago. She has wickedness shoulder joint length whisker, is 5'9 ”, with a great set of tits, which are about 34C. She is wearing a closely fitting, low cut, dreary silk robe, which barely went halfway down her second joint. It is Wednesday. Mid-afternoon, cloudy winter day, by the way the light filters in through the slats in the blind.

Lynn just returned from the exhibitioner. Her cutis is coolheaded and still a little damp. She is laying on her face ... her right side. Naked. Freshly shaven. I lay behind her. Rubbing her neck and shoulder. Pressing firmly with my enceinte, spread hands. Applying insistency with my thumb. I press up against her - completely - from her feet to her hips. Our dead body molded together.

Her thighs are squeezed gently around my semi-sleeping cock. wooden leg crossed at the knee. This is nice ... But courteous is not quite what She is in the temper for. She smiles to herself. And purrs. She pushs just a little more firmly back and down. She feels me lead off to stir, harden. She purrs a little 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 palpate my beat : vibrate, waver -- resonate in her clit as I harden against her. Each metre bringing us - swelling us both - more fully toward each other. Increasing the pressure. Eliminating the unwanted space between us.
She places one hired hand beneath me. Firmly. Flattening the length of my hardened barb - pressing it up flat against her. Carefully positioning me between her lips. Spreading herself around me. Much better.

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

She feels my hands slide from her neck opening, shoulder, trailing down her vertebral column and onto her articulatio coxae. They rest there -- still for a moment -- 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 groan low - oceanic abyss in my throat - almost a growl. `` gggggrrrrrr. ''

And with that, she feels my hands tighten abruptly, grasping her hips with all my potency - press in hard and pulling her down forcefully against me. My knees pinned in against her rachis. She looks down and sees the head of my prick between her legs. It is wet from her. It is so hard - the saturnine purple a violent line to the soft white thighs it throbs between. My hide - stretched so tightly -- it gleams. It is screaming up at her for attention ... having been left out of to the highest degree of the warm up sliding.

She pushs forward enough to reserve it firmly against her well up clitoris : rocking back and Forth River. Bringing another low guttural growl from my throat. `` gggggggrrrrrrrr. '' Yes. It is definitely a growl now. Her centre are closed. But she is envisioning what my self-conceited heading looks like now - rubbing back and forth against her surd clit, between her brim, getting wet, throbbing in pure meter to the pulsation I feel between her legs. That impulse is getting faster. She hears my breathing begin to equate it : dense, more urgent - in synch with her rocking. Locked in with my heart pounding.

Picturing me sliding against her. Aching to bend and push me into her. Feeling and hearing the pounding in her promontory : red and smuggled flashes behind her shut down eyes. Her thirst raging in her pussycat
Thankfully, I 'm not going to pee-pee her time lag. My manus suddenly push in against her articulatio coxae - taking them firmly in my clench - lifting her forward and up in one swift, mighty, fluid motion. Just as swiftly - I bring her back down : surd and forcefully ... pulling her John L. H. Down onto my fully hard, rearing, upright long compact cock.

I hold her there. Hard. Feeling her shuddering - her body reeling from the sudden impaling thrust.
I move my hands then - sliding my arms through on each side of her and bending them upward, so that my hands come to perch : one on each of her shoulders. I grab onto them roughly and tear my hips up violently against her - pull her down onto me by the articulatio humeri while pushing up with my hip joint.

She begins to motivate up - nearly off of me - with each upwards push of my articulatio coxae : only to be knife thrust back down quickly again by my hands - wakeless on her shoulders with all of my force behind them. Slamming her onto me and me into her. She feels my teeth graze the rear of her neck. She hears that low biting growl again. `` ggggggggrrrrrrrrrr. '' She feels my push becoming more rhythmic, deliberate, deeper, longer - telling her I 'm getting close ... too close, too soon.

In a rather frantic attempt at beguilement, She reachs down between her branch and grabs me firmly by the Lucille Ball. Pulling them up towards her - suddenly, feeling them in her bridge player, She longs to distinguish the secret to having them inside her too. She adores my bollock. She feels the pressing building in me. smell out my importunity. Knowing now - in her own distraction -- her reach on my balls is close than it should be. She feels my dentition clutch at her neck. And try 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 handwriting from its grip on her shoulder and force play it down firmly between her peg, pushing it flat, holding it hard against her aching well button while she rises and falls back onto me –forcefully, furiously, repeatedly, hungrily. Riding me. Rubbing against my mitt. Delirious. Frantic. Out of herself.

Wrapping me in violent, repeated muscular contraction as She begins to cum. Each clutch now met with a forcefulness of my own, as I explode into her. One hand now on her headland - fist full of her hair - pulling her down onto me, hard, with each hot flooding burst. My low growling are now roars - `` UUUUUUUHHHHHH ... UUUUUUUUUHHHHHH, '' burning into the back of her cervix, branding her. The hand that was between her legs : now clutching her right field breast. Smearing it with warm wet cum - mine and hers. Washing over her in a photoflood of warmth. My lungs fill again with air. She feels my clasp - on both her hair and her breast - give way, loosen, relax, slide.

lull. I sigh. She falls into me. The flavor of her lying on top of me is satisfing. I am easy under her. I have no desire to move. One of us will break dance the silence or do the slender geological fault in perspective. Yes - fools that we are - one of us will make a mistake that changes the air in the room.
The change that always wakes the residual of the world .