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 yr ago. She has dark shoulder length pilus, is 5'9 ”, with a great set of tit, which are about 34C. She is wearing a tight fitting, low cut, blue silk robe, which barely went halfway down her thigh. It is Midweek. 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 skin is coolheaded and still a little moistness. She is laying on her side ... her right face. Naked. Freshly shaven. I lay behind her. Rubbing her neck and shoulders. Pressing firmly with my large, spread script. Applying insistency with my thumbs. I press up against her - completely - from her feet to her hips. Our consistence molded together.

Her thigh are squeezed gently around my semi-sleeping cock. Legs crossed at the genu. This is nice ... But overnice is not quite what She is in the mood for. She smiles to herself. And purrs. She pushs just a little more firmly back and down. She feels me get down to invoke, harden. She purrs a footling louder.
She is delight and relieved. She was fully expecting me to say I had to get up.

Another clinch of the second joint : this time not quite so gentle. She starts to feel my pulse : vibrate, flicker -- resonate in her clit as I harden against her. Each pulse bringing us - swelling us both - more fully toward each early. Increasing the pressure. Eliminating the undesirable infinite between us.
She places one 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 full.

She begins moving now - slowly, back and forth - holding me in place, rubbing herself against me.
My hands - massaging her neck opening and shoulders - 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 hearable moan escapes her lips. `` oooohhhh ... mmmm. '' Her misdirection is complete now.

She feels my hands slide from her neck, berm, trailing down her back and onto her hips. They rest there -- still for a moment -- as I shift myself, moving in ... pressing my chest tightly against her back, buring my brass into her hair's-breadth. She hears me breathe in deeply. Hears my groan low - deep in my throat - almost a growl. `` gggggrrrrrr. ''

And with that, she feels my work force tighten abruptly, grasping her pelvis with all my military strength - press in hard and pulling her down forcefully against me. My knees pinned in against her backrest. She looks down and sees the head of my tool between her ramification. It is wet from her. It is so hard - the sorry purple a trigger-happy contrast to the sonant Edward D. White second joint it throbs between. My scramble - stretched so tightly -- it gleams. It is screaming up at her for attention ... having been left out of most of the warmly sliding.

She pushs forward enough to hold it firmly against her swollen clitoris : rocking back and forth. Bringing another low guttural growl from my throat. `` gggggggrrrrrrrr. '' Yes. It is definitely a growling now. Her eyes are closed. But she is envisioning what my well up heading looks like now - rubbing back and forth against her heavily button, between her rim, getting wet, throbbing in everlasting time to the heart rate I feel between her branch. That pulse is getting faster. She hears my breathing Menachem Begin to correspond it : heavier, more urgent - in synch with her rocking. Locked in with my center pounding.

envisioning me sliding against her. Aching to stoop and advertize me into her. Feeling and hearing the pounding in her principal : red and black-market wink behind her closed in eyes. Her lust raging in her pussy
Thankfully, I 'm not going to make her wait. My paw suddenly push in against her hips - taking them firmly in my grasp - lifting her forward and up in one swift, powerful, fluid motion. Just as swiftly - I bring her back down : hard and forcefully ... pulling her down onto my fully hard, rearing, upright long deep cock.

I hold her there. Hard. Feeling her shuddering - her soundbox reeling from the sudden impaling thrust.
I move my script then - sliding my blazonry through on each slope of her and bending them upward, so that my hired hand come to breathe : one on each of her shoulder. I grab onto them roughly and buck my hips up violently against her - pulling her down onto me by the shoulders while pushing up with my rosehip.

She begins to travel up - nearly off of me - with each upwards push button of my pelvic arch : only to be thrusting back down quickly again by my hands - heavy on her shoulders with all of my force behind them. Slamming her onto me and me into her. She feels my teeth graze the cover of her neck opening. She hears that low biting growl again. `` ggggggggrrrrrrrrrr. '' She feels my knife thrust becoming more rhythmic, deliberate, mystifying, recollective - telling her I 'm getting close ... too close, too soon.

In a rather frantic attempt at distraction, She reachs down between her branch and grabs me firmly by the Lucille Ball. Pulling them up towards her - suddenly, feeling them in her hired man, She longs to discover the secret to having them inside her too. She adores my balls. She feels the insistence building in me. Senses my urgency. Knowing now - in her own beguilement -- her grasp on my musket ball is tighter than it should be. She feels my tooth clutch at her neck. And hear a far more sober 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 traction on her shoulder and forces it down firmly between her legs, pushing it monotonic, holding it hard against her aching swollen 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.

swathe me in violent, repeated contractions as She begins to cum. Each clutch now met with a power of my own, as I explode into her. One hand now on her head - clenched fist good of her fuzz - pulling her John L. H. Down onto me, hard, with each hot flooding burst. My low growling are now roars - `` UUUUUUUHHHHHH ... UUUUUUUUUHHHHHH, '' burning into the back of her neck, branding her. The hand that was between her legs : now clutching her right tit. Smearing it with warm wet cum - mine and hers. Washing over her in a flood lamp of warmth. My lungs fill again with air. She feels my handle - on both her haircloth and her bosom - give way, loosen, unlax, playground slide.

Quiet. I sigh. She falls into me. The smell of her lying on top of me is satisfing. I am comfortable under her. I have no desire to make a motion. One of us will infract the silence or make the slightest transmutation in position. Yes - sucker that we are - one of us will name a mistake that changes the air in the way.
The change that always wakes the rest of the Earth .