No shit?” “Yeah…” “Mm.” He was quiet for another long moment, then shrugged emphatically, grinning as he stood again, a little more insistent, “Who cares, come on.” “W-wait!” She stammered, releasing his hand and he looked about to give her a ‘what this time’, but fell silent as she picked up her glass of wine, drained it and scooped her handbag, “A-alright, let's go.” He grinned and held her hand as they made from the club, waiting only a moment before handing her his phone so she could put her address in, eager to place the order for the Uber. The wait and ride was mercifully short and they’d had real sex difficulties keeping their hands off of one another for the journey. She’d put a hand on his arm just to keep steady and had found herself holding his bicep. boobs He’d noticed, glanced at her and while smirking, flexed his arm, displaying his strength. She’d melted into him in an instant and they’d started making out, facing each other, her hand on his waist and her other on his back, his on her side, the aunty other resting on the back of the car seat, just by her breast. As they’d drawn close she’d taken his free hand in her own, pulling it to her chest, his fingers splaying and sinking into the soft warmth of her breast through the fabric of her dress and bra. The Uber driver had to, awkwardly, shout back at them twice as he pulled up at her place before they eventually untangled themselves from each others embrace, Michael muttering a low apology to the Uber driver even as he wore a grin and a well-defined lipstick mark on his cheek as he tried to salvage his rating with the driver, both of them climbing from the car. “T-this way,” she said, looking towards one of the apartment buildings, fishing in her handbag for her keys which she produced, letting them both in. Their footsteps clicked on the tiled stairs as they ascended, opting out of using the lift as she only lived on the second floor. Even so, and likely because of Michael, Faith found herself feeling a little breathless as she fumbled at her door with the keys, feeling his hands slip around her waist, giving her a soft squeeze as he leaned in, her ponytail giving him easy access to kiss at her neck. She found the correct key, pushed it into the lock and twisted, but she found herself hesitating for a moment, her head tilted back against his shoulder as she gasped gently, her lips parted as he bit gently at her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He leaned forward and she felt him against her back, urging her forward. Biting her lip she opened the door and let it indian swing inwards, where she stepped quickly followed by Michael who didn’t for an instant take her hands off her waist as she turned around to face him. She opened her mouth to talk but he placed his hand on her cheek, his other flicking the light on in the apartment as he leaned in, kissing her full lips, passionate and desperate, his foot catching the door, swinging it shut behind them as he started to urge her once more onwards. She stepped carefully backwards, dropping her handbag on the floor with a clatter as she turned her body to fuck the side, Michael following as she began to step back towards her bedroom, her fingers at his chest, trying to undo the buttons of his shirt. By the time they reached the door his shirt was hanging limply on his shoulders, her heels kicked off and discarded somewhere she’d have to find in the morning. With a bump she was pressed into her closed bedroom door, his firm toned chest pressing to the softness of her figure through her dress and he broke the kiss, looking down at her, breathing hard, her hair a little more dishevelled, her glasses a little skewed on her face. “Fuck, you’re so hot…” he grinned as he looked down at her, much shorter now without her three-inch heels. She blushed and moved her hand down towards the door handle but he grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head while she gasped and he grinned, leaning down to kiss her again, deep and with passion, their tongues mingling as he pinned her to her door, one hand holding both her wrists above her head and while she could have probably broken the grip, she really didn’t want to. Biting her lip as he pulled back slightly she looked at him with a sultry gaze, his spare hand pulling her dress up, his hand gliding over the silky smoothness of her stocking-clad thigh to squeeze at her hip and around to her bubbly ass, his thigh pressing between her own, finding her hard against him. He grinned and looked down at her, pressing himself forward so she could feel his own hardness against her thigh, which she pressed up slightly to greet, the two of them taking in the fact that he was bigger than she was. “D-don’t keep me waiting…” she said softly and, like a gentleman, he didn’t.He released her hand and took a half step back, beckoning with a hand towards the handle to her bedroom door. She half turned towards the door, then hesitated, her lips pursed as she drank in the view of his bare chest and abs through the parting in his unbuttoned shirt, his body toned and strong, his hands resting on his hips before, with a blush she turned the rest of the way, pushing open the door and moving to step inside the dark room. She didn’t get more than a step before she felt his hands on her, again under her dress, but this time lifting it up much higher. She let out a soft, “Ah,” as she lifted her hands up over her head, letting him lift her dress up and off, casting it aside on the floor where it was, after a second, joined by his shirt. Standing behind her he traced both his hands around his waist to her stomach, pausing briefly as he kissed her neck, sweeping his hands up to slip eagerly under the cups of her bra, feeling the warm softness of her heavy breasts between his fingers, finally feeling them skin to skin. Faith let out a soft little moan as she pressed back, her own hands moving to rest on his hips behind her as she felt her panty-clad ass press against his bulge, still torturously trapped in his jeans. With a gasp she felt as his splayed fingers purposefully trapped her hard nipples between his fingers, lifting and squeezing her breasts tighter against her chest as he bit harder at her neck, maybe even leaving a love bite as he ground his hard cock forward against the swell of her ass. After a moment he pulled his hands free from her now ill-adjusted bra, his hands moving to quickly unhook it, Faith quickly discarding it to the floor. He moved his hands back to her hips, thumbs hooking under the band of her panties, but she turned in his grip, smirking up at him as pressed the swell of her bare breasts to his chest, his hands instead slipping down inside her panties to hold onto her sizable butt. “You like these?” she asked a little teasing as she pressed her chest forward further, feeling his contrasting fit body against her soft supple one. She was by no means a big girl, but she would never get away being called any sort of slender or lithe. The mall food court was bustling all around them, but, beyond the two boys, nobody seemed particularly concerned with them. My pussy grew hotter. Two quick cuts and the bikini panties fall do her feet and her smooth shaved pussy comes into view. I complained to my brother “Man I need to get laid, it’s been too long.” He agreed wholeheartedly. The throne was vibrating softly via some magical energy, and it felt incredible when she pressed up against it. I said Shelly I need your neckless please. She could see the lust in his face as she returned to his desk, only this aunty time she walked around to his side of the desk. I could hear the twins in the bathroom. He kept pulling me by the balls and I followed him less than a foot behind. My nipples throbbed against her wet nubs. Were you even old enough to get pregnant? I decided to stand up quickly and cover my crotch with my text book. “M-many of you remember me from this past year. “Please, Justin, I need you back in me!” Mom whined. “You would have it down letter perfect in about an hour.” I finished for him. So I need you to look the part! I said I dare her to take off her bikini right here. A knock at the door broke Jessie out of her investigatory mood. At least 8 stories high. I got lowered into the shallow water and Ryan obviously switched the vibe off because I soon started to get back to normal. She drags her fingertips over my shoulders and chest. “Fuck off,” I chuckled. So we laid longways and got into a 69 position, me on top. There would be a bright red mark where the belt struck. She said one of the blokes at work was always chating her up and offering to take her for a drink at lunch time. The secure parking garage where she would have parked was having cracks repaired so she was parking in a old garage across the street that wasn't well lighted or secure. It’s then that it happens. Take that shit someplace private! When Lisa’s kissing got to my crotch, she didn't put her mouth on my dick. “Mmm great.” Hayley smiled wickedly back at him, looking satisfied. “I have to go back to work,” she said. My fat cockhead was at her wet entrance, her legs spread wide for me as I began the plunge, feeling her cunt spread open, parting for my black cock obediently as it always had, letting it's master into its depths and stuffing m mature lover full of cock. I started to take my shirt off and said “well, you’re standing there naked, I figured its only fair that I joined you.” She laughed and stepped closer to me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me passionately. Why are you out here instead of still with Rick. During the down times we were encouraged to rest. I need some recovery time. He asked her if he could have a feel, she glanced over at me, l smiled, Brenda lent towards the guy and he slid a hand down her top and began softy squeezing her tits and remarked how she had great nipples, he reached into the boobs car took hold of her hand and placed it onto his crutch she started stroking him, next he unzipped his trousers to take out his cock, Brenda took hold and began wanking him, it was obvious to the other guys parked up what was happening and in a blink someone else’s hand reached into the window trying to get to her tits the guy she was wanking began moaning and thrust his cock into Brenda’s hand then let out ‘oh yeah!’ and spunked with some going over her hand she asked me to pass her a tissue as soon as he put his cock away he moved on for the other guy trying to get to Brenda’s tits to take his place, his cock was already dangling from his flies indian my wife like an expert dogger took hold and began wanking him, his guy wasn’t satisfied with playing with Brenda’s tits he got them fuck out, his head came through the window and he latched his mouth onto her nipples to give each one in turn sex a hard sucking. His foot found the foot pedal and he began to give her a 4/4 beat, at 100 beats per minute. "Of course not, angel.