We still do it more often than not - 2
posted by sooyup
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One-on-one
We continue to kiss - wet, open-mouthed kisses - Emma’s fingers busier still, delving ever deeper, while I turn my attention to her tits. But torn between two pleasure-centres, I am finally compelled to insinuate my own fingers into her pussy. Emma reluctantly gives way and turns her attention to my cock, pressed urgently against her side. For a while, we compete to see who can give the most pleasure. And as usual I am the first to admit defeat by escaping from her grasp - just in time. Emma goes down on me, taking me gently into her mouth, not to give a complete blowjob - How sad is that? - but simply to add more lubricant, as if any were needed. Then we fuck. Emma is restless beneath me, alternately opening and closing her legs, wrapping them around me, raising them to my shoulders. I look down. And the sight of my cock shafting her pussy proves too much. She takes my humble offering. And that’s more or less it. As I say, nothing to write home about.
We continue to kiss - wet, open-mouthed kisses - Emma’s fingers busier still, delving ever deeper, while I turn my attention to her tits. But torn between two pleasure-centres, I am finally compelled to insinuate my own fingers into her pussy. Emma reluctantly gives way and turns her attention to my cock, pressed urgently against her side. For a while, we compete to see who can give the most pleasure. And as usual I am the first to admit defeat by escaping from her grasp - just in time. Emma goes down on me, taking me gently into her mouth, not to give a complete blowjob - How sad is that? - but simply to add more lubricant, as if any were needed. Then we fuck. Emma is restless beneath me, alternately opening and closing her legs, wrapping them around me, raising them to my shoulders. I look down. And the sight of my cock shafting her pussy proves too much. She takes my humble offering. And that’s more or less it. As I say, nothing to write home about.
