Susan wasn’t wearing panties! Sex The surroundings radiated with warmth, matching
the almost iridescent waves radiating from his satisfied ego … Screwing his finger into the smooth,
butter-soft flesh, he wormed it unhesitatingly up inside the
narrow passageway until his palm was pressed flat against her
naked pubic mound. When he entered the apartment grounds, he stopped for a
moment to look at the building, dark against the night sky, and as
he’d expected, everything around him looked different. Her breasts, ripe, round and pointed, were rising and
falling with her excited breathing, and the dark material of her
skirt bunched at her waist served as startling contrast to their
pale form. Fuck me, lover! Her pretty young face was smooth and unblemished, a face that
could easily be taken as that of an innocent young girl, but there
was something more, something in her look that implied experience. had to … He
pressed forward, feeling the resistance of the elastic-like outer
lips give way to his rock-hard penis, and for a moment the pink
flesh of her tight young cunt rolled inward with his thrust. What a fuck … Fuck me!” she chanted, the lewd lust-inciting words intoned to
each of his frantic yet rhythmic strokes. He was surprised to find she was wearing no brassiere, even
though he’d thought before that she probably wasn’t.
