I was hitting her cervix on each in-stroke. Sex A look of panic crossed his face, hurriedly he zipped himself up and without a word he rushed out of the office. We had a great conversation, she was a friendly and bubbly as ever. Poets would describe these as limpid eyes and ponder whether they could be windows to her soul. My prick stirred and my heart started to beat faster. She pushed back, “Yes yes, yes, Oh ,Oh, nearly nearly, nnn…..”
She broke off in mid speech as her whole body quivered and her vagina spasmed onto my prick. Poets would describe these as limpid eyes and ponder whether they could be windows to her soul. His prick was standing out like a flagpole. She stiffened at once and tired to stand up- “No don’t, just relax, it will be OK don’t worry” I said softly as my hand went lower to cup the mound of her sex and its soft fuzzy covering. I guessed he worked out and he seemed pretty pleased with himself- but not so much that he became a prick. That’s how some 2 months later George and Sally came into my lives. Sally seemed frozen in her position, I saw the semen start to drip stringily from between her legs to pool on the floor and she seemed
