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She’d teased him for as long as he could remember. As a small boy it was with monsters that circled here and run to there; that tickled him here and bit him there. It had never been sexual, though she’d changed his nappy a time or two. As he got older the teasing changed, more oriented to the exaggeration of his prowess than physical contact.

“I’d like to see you do better!” he’d say and she’d respond with,

“I just might!”
He enjoyed her company and the repartee. Often he wandered around to her house to say hello and drink lemonade. Sometimes there’d be things to do, they’d weed the flower bed or rake up leaves, what ever the job they did it together, they shared the work and each other’s company.

“How did you go on Saturday?” she’d ask and he’d say,

“We won by two goals.”

“Is that all?” she’d ask.

“I’d like to see you do better.”

“I just might,” and they’d laugh. Then she’d ask,

“How many goals did you kick,” and he’d tell her.

“Is that all?” she’d say.

“I’d like to see you do better,” he’d respond.

“I just might,” They’d laugh and sometimes he’d say,

“Well, why don’t you?”

“Girls aren’t allowed to play football,” she’d say, a broad grin.

“Ok!” and they’d continue with their task.

One day, as they drank lemonade, they contemplated the job for the day. She’d thought to call a carpenter but he thought he could do it. Her bed was rickety and she was worried it would collapse.

Together they lifted the mattress with the quilt and sheets still on and stood it on its side against the wall. Then they looked at the bed, they pushed it as they checked the joints. It didn’t take long to see the screws loose and the nuts on the bolts that needed to be tightened. She went to get a shifting spanner and screw drivers while he continued to test the bed joints.

When she returned he knew what to do.

“This bolt needs two nuts,” he said and her eyebrows were raised as she listened. “We’ll tighten the first nut and then tighten another on top of it so it won’t ever move.”

“Hmm, a bolt with two nuts, how very interesting!” she said. Then he continued.

“All the screws are loose, they need to be tight. This joint looks like it hasn’t had a screw for ages.” She smiled broadly. He blushed and showed her how the wood was sitting in the joint.

“You know a lot about screws, do you?” she asked. He blushed again and they laughed.

“Spanner please,” he said as he bent over the corner of the bed and provided her with a welcome view. He found it difficult to work between the slats on the bed so he lay on the floor. Soon he had a nut in his hand and asked whether she had any more that big.

“I’m not sure but last time I looked you did!” she said, and they both laughed as she took it and then went to look. It didn’t take her long,

“Here are your nuts, Sir!” she said as she handed a big jar of nuts to him.

“No, they’re not my nuts, too small to be my nuts!” They laughed. He progressed around the bed, tightened the nuts and where necessary added a new nut and with a spanner tightened them down.

As she knelt and bent over she watched and held the spanner or a new nut for him. She noticed that his focus wasn’t always on the tools or the work, it often seemed to be down her shirt at the swell of her breasts and she saw the prominent bump in his pants.

While he continued to tighten the nuts she asked,

“How’s your girlfriend?”

“What girlfriend?” he replied.

“You don’t have a girl friend?” she asked. She pretended to be surprised but knew it to be the truth.

“No, I haven’t,” he said uncomfortably.

“You ever had a girl friend?” she asked. Again his reply was negative.

“So, you’re a virgin?” she asked, as she sought confirmation.

“Guess so,” he said; his discomfort again apparent.He finished tightening the nuts.

“Now for the screws,” he said, and hoped that with the change of activity there would be a change in the conversation.

“Yes, now for the screws,” she said and giggled, not allowing him the respite. She handed him the screw driver and he tightened the screws within reach. Then he moved to another corner of the bed.

“This is the joint that needs a screw.” They both laughed and she said,

“And it’s not the only one!” She left for a moment, he could hear her chuckle and she returned.

“Is this the screw you want?” she asked, “I found it while vacuuming last week.” He took it from her and screwed it into the hole.

“It will do,” he said.

“Really? Will it?” she asked suggestively. “You got any girls you are interested in?” she asked.

“No.”

“Are there any girls interested in you?”

“No.”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Well, why don’t you do better!” he said, with a forced laughter to break the tension.

“OK, I just might.”

She saw his eyes focus on her breasts and then he looked at her face. She saw the length strain inside his pants. Without thought she moved, stepped one leg over him and sat.

“I used to be your baby sitter and not much has changed has it. I’m sitting on you now, baby.” There was a moment of silence.

“Remember when we played “Here is The Monster”? He said nothing but she went on, a finger on his chest,

“It circles here,” and a finger circled on his chest. “It runs to there,” and two fingers ran up his neck to his chin. “It tickles here,” then her hand moved quickly to his ear, “And it bites!”

“That was a good game,” he said.

“Are you too old for it now?”

“Never too old for that game if no-one else knows!” he said, his eyes twinkled as he laughed.

She started again.

“I am a monster, looking for some fun, I circle here, I run to there, I tickle you here and I bite you there!” and she pinched his other ear lobe. With the build up and the extra tickles he hit his head on the bottom of the bed as he buckled with laughter. She had trouble staying in her seat and when he stopped she found herself sitting on his thighs. Again she started a game, this time ending with a pinch near his belly button.

She pushed his shirt up, her finger circled on his bare belly, then she turned as she walked her fingers down to his feet, pulled off a shoe, tickled under his foot and pinched one of his toes. It was wonderful, the monster found fun for both of them as they laughed again.

Another game started and again her finger circled on his belly. This time as it swept around, it went under his pants as her free hand undid his belt. Then the fingers walked in under the top of his pants, tickled his testicles and pinched his penis. Again he laughed and bucked, tears streamed down his cheeks.

In the next game she managed to unbutton his pants and undo the zip as her fingers went under his jocks to tickle his testicles and pinch the head of his penis. As she withdrew her hand, she pulled his jocks down so he was completely exposed. He laughed, she looked in wonder at the hair he didn’t have before, a lush forest of it, and the rest of him, he’d grown, he’d become a big boy. It was fifteen years since she had seen him and then he had been four.

She stroked her fingers through the hair, stretched the curls out and marveled at their length. Her fingers traced it down to his testicles which she held in her hand, she felt their roundness and the knobbled bits on them. She pulled at his scrotum, stretched out its wrinkles and marveled at the veins.

Her attention then went to his penis, naked in its hairy nest as it throbbed in anticipation of her touch; she was surprised by the size of the veins that stretched along its length. She touched them and they compressed under her fingers. Her fingers wrapped around his penis, with both hands she measured, there was almost enough room for another hand along its length and it took both of her hands to completely circle its girth. The head of his penis was firm yet soft, it was dark red, almost purple as she circled it with her fingers. She traced around its edge and opened the slit to see the vascular pink inside.

She moved to between his legs and he raised his knees, as he tried to be more comfortable on the wooden floor, her hands pushed them apart for better access. She wrapped her hands around his penis again and slowly started to stroke, she felt the soft, warm skin slide along the length. He was silent and still as he lay there. Slowly she lowered her head and took him into her mouth, his texture smooth and the taste interesting. She sucked him deep into her mouth as her hands quickly slid down her knickers.

Silent, he watched, he didn’t move because he didn’t want to wake from the dream. He’d often wondered what she looked like there and hoped she would move so he could see. She continued to suck, the sensation of electricity thrilled as her tongue lashed him. He was surprised by the sensitivity and disappointed when she sat on her haunches above him.

Her hands reached to him. One held his penis while the other gently cradled his testicles He looked and was surprised to see how hairy she was, it was so thick he thought it impenetrable. She saw where he was looking and chuckled. She knew how little he could see.

“I used to enjoy cleaning you up when I changed your nappy.”

“Did you?”

“Yes. It was like opening a Christmas parcel, I never knew what to expect.” He watched while her fingers combed through his hair as she giggled.

“I wasn’t a lot older than you. It still amazes me that your parents trusted me so much,” Her fingers went to his testicles and pushed them around in their sack. She weighed them in her hands and measured them as best she could.

“So big now, they’re wonderful.” He watched and wondered what she would do next. “I bet there’s a lot inside them.” Gently she squeezed and felt their taut elasticity. At six feet two inches she didn’t imagine herself carrying him now. His penis twitched, she watched it as it bobbed a little with each heart beat. Her fingers traced around its head and felt the veins on his shaft. She wrapped her hand around it and slowly slid the skin up and down.

She watched him as he lay there, not daring to move and destroy the moment. She experimented, increased the pressure of her hand and quickened her movement. A little bit of wetness accumulated around the slit on the head and with a finger she wiped it off to taste. Pleasant. She continued to play. A hand rolled his testicles as the other slid silently up and down his penis. More fluid collected and she leaned forward to lick it off, then held it on her tongue to taste and feel.

She could see his breathing change, it became more rapid as his muscles continued to tense. She watched his penis as it throbbed in her hand. His testicles were trying to lift to the top of his sack but she held them gently, and felt their firmness. She stood on her knees and he could see her pink flesh under the hair. He waited and watched. Awkwardly she started to walk on her knees. As her pelvis tilted with each step her vulva touched one of his legs. He could feel the warmth and thought it was wet, his leg cooled where she had touched him.

Her hands replaced her mouth, she held him as she slowly lowered herself and relished the penetration. He lay, not daring to move. Her hands touched his belly and slowly moved around, the circles getting bigger as her fingers went under his shirt.

When buttons were in the way she undid them. He watched, his breathing was measured and he tried to feel it all. She raised herself and then lowered herself as she felt his cock throb deep inside her. His cock went deep inside, deliciously deep and it twitched. She circled her fingers around again until they found the last button which she slowly undid and opened his shirt to expose his whole chest. She raised herself again and slowly lowered herself. Smooth, they were slick with her juices, his cock and her cunt.

She leaned forward, kissed a nipple and then gently bit it. He squirmed with surprise at the delight of her play with his nipples. He reached up, undid a shirt button, and another one. She raised and lowered herself on him again. She didn’t stop him so he undid the rest of her shirt buttons and spread the shirt to reveal her bra covered breasts. He looked at them, surprised by how big and round they were. She raised and lowered herself on his cock; the electricity flowed with jolts between them.

He lifted her bra, her tits were lifted too and then gravity took control as they fell out of her bra. He watched them bounce and put his hands up to hold them, feel their softness and warmth, the beautiful, smooth skin and their roundness. He touched a nipple and felt its firmness. She shifted position a little and sat back on him to trap his cock deep inside her. She filled herself and savored its soft externa over its rigid core.

He reached around behind her and fiddled desperately with the clasp. She sat upright, quickly shed the bra and watched him as he looked at her; his eyes going from one breast to the other, as he compared them.

He struggled to sit up and with his mouth took her nipple and sucked it deep. His tongue strummed her nipple. His back ached; he lay down and reached to hold her breasts. One in each hand, he swung them, back and forth, side to side. She watched his fascination as he touched the bumps on her areolas.

Then he sat again and caught her in his arms, pulled her down and quickly rolled. She was under him and he leaned to kiss her lips. He wiped his tongue over her eyelids and kissed them, his cock embedded in her, caressed by her cunt and wet with its juices. He kissed her mouth, his tongue entered to taste and his kisses continued, her chin, her neck, her shoulders, her chest, and then dallied at her breasts.

He seized her nipples in his mouth, pulled at them to ravish them and his teeth rasped at her nipples. Suddenly he pushed his mouth tight against her breast and blew. Her breast vibrated as air escaped noisily. She was surprised and struggled to get up as he laughed, but his cock, deep inside her, convinced her to stay and join him in laughter. He did it to the other breast too and she pushed his head away as she laughed.

Then he pulled out of her, his cock cooled in the air, he scooted on his knees down her body as he left kiss trails and with his hands he separated her, smoothed her hair to the sides, and drove his tongue in deep. He lapped at her essence; he sucked at her cunt and tried to fit it all in his mouth. She held him with her hands on each side of his head and spread her raised knees as wide as she could, to give his tongue access as he licked her sex.

Her labia was swollen with his sucking, he felt her hood, grazed her clit and ran his finger down the slippery wetness.

“Oh yes!” she shouted. He plunged his fingers deep inside, teased her with his fibrillating fingers and her hips rose; could she be more accessible? Her breath was in short hurried gasps as she pushed her cunt up to him; juice squelched its way out and ran down her legs onto the floor. He put his mouth to her and sucked the juice up to swallow it while his busy fingers created more.

Then his mouth went up her slit, sucked the tissue up, her labia engorged, filled his mouth and suddenly her clitoris was sucked up too, his tongue strummed it and she started to buck, her hips rose and rapidly fell, to rise again, higher, she started to scream and suddenly her body began to buck uncontrollably, her arms at her sides, her hands hit the floor as she convulsed with her orgasm.

He watched, uncertain as to what he’d done, amazed by her strength. He tried to dampen her movements, concerned that there could be something wrong. Her head rolled from side to side, her hair scattered around her face as her body took control. He witnessed her orgasm, alone with his doubts, a little bit of fear blended with hope that it was normal.

He cupped her mound with his hand and her hand quickly covered and held it as she sucked in huge breaths and soon started to laugh. She laughed without care or worry and he was pleased. She put her arms out to him and pulled him to her to hug him tight.

Oh God!” she kept saying and pleased; he began to giggle, his apprehension gone as he held her and shared her delight.

“Thank you!” she repeated over and over, as she slowly recovered. Between the bed and the wardrobe he sat, she lay, and they waited as she slowly climbed down from her climax. He kept his hand over her sex, not moving it and having witnessed responses that left him in awe he waited. He observed her breathing stabilize and the tremors subside. As she settled she slowly closed her legs to trap his hand between them and held it there for some time. The warmth of his hand was beautiful and the feeling of it, so capable of giving her pleasure, being controlled and accessible was delightful.

He withdrew his hand, stood, and went to the kitchen to make coffee. White, no sugar; he poured them and returned. She was standing when he returned and he placed the cups on the dresser. She asked for his help and together they threw the mattress back onto the bed. Then they, with coffee in hand, lay on the bed, their nakedness seemed normal as they talked.

He wanted to know that he had “done it right” and he accepted her reassurances. He told her that he was very surprised with what he had discovered. It’s so beautiful, he told her, and she laughed. He continued, like the little boy he once was, as though talking about something as wonderful as Christmas. She listened as he told her of how mysterious she was down there; he’d never seen anything like it. She asked him to go to the bathroom and get the mirror, the one on the bench.

With the mirror she showed him the parts of her vulva; her labia- majora and minora, her clitoral hood, her clitoris. He was fascinated; she showed her vaginal opening and asked him to put two fingers in, deep.

“Feel it?” she asked, “like a little donut? Put your fingers in deeper, you won’t hurt.”


“Ah! That? There? It’s kind of round?” He was excited to find her cervix and continued to play with it as they drank their coffee.

Then she put her empty cup down, closed her legs and obliged him to remove his questing fingers. His cup joined hers; she stood on her knees and got between his legs.

“Lift” she said as she tapped him with her finger. He bridged his hips and under his bum she placed two pillows. With a hand under both his knees she guided him to lift them and pushed so they fell apart. She had unfinished business.

She enclosed his cock in her hands and felt its warmth. She held it as it grew to be erect again, felt the power as it grew too big for her small hands and forced its way between them. The dusky purple/ red head looked so proud; she bent forward and kissed it. With her thumb she prized the slit at the top open and saw the glimpse of red membrane.

His testicles fascinated her, she felt them like she would fruit, feeling for ripeness and size. She left him for a moment and returned with a torch. Kneeling in front of him, between his legs, she turned the torch on and used the extra light to highlight his bits. She tried to shine the light through his penis but it was too thick and too stiff to be cooperative. She managed to pull some skin up and was able to see veins in that small section of tissue.

With the torch in her hand she placed it under his scrotum and trapped a testicle over the beam. She saw the dark testicle blocking the light and around it, where the skin was stretched to be thin she could see the veins that formed crazy patterns. She trapped the other testicle and looked again to see the dark, poorly defined testicle in the middle of the vascular skin of his stretched scrotum.

She continued as he watched, he was fascinated by what she might be seeing and propped himself up to get a better look. Carefully she moved his testicle and was soon looking at the thin tube that came from his testicle; one of the tubes she planned on making use of soon. She moved the torch again and soon had the other vas deferens tube in view.

She wished she had a brighter torch, one that could shine through his testicles. She wished too that she could watch with the torch when his testicles and tubes were pumping; soon, very soon, but without a torch and she bit her lower lip in anticipation. She pulled his scrotum gently over the light ensuring that she saw all of it before she put the torch down.

She would have liked a camera and thought with a delicious feeling that it would be fun. Shaving him would be so good to do, the pictures endless as she recorded every detail and she could get pictures of the insides of his balls without the jungle of hair blocking the view. Was it possible to shine a light through his balls? She made a mental note of remembering to buy alkaline batteries.

He lay there, fascinated by her examination of him, she was in no hurry. His cock, hard and erect, bobbed with his pulse. She looked up at him and giggled as though she had been caught. It was all consuming, looking at him and then his eyes on her brought her back to reality, that he was more than a body. On all fours she walked up his body and kissed him, she touched her forehead to his and with their eyes so close they saw the colors of each other but no detail. He could feel her breasts on his chest; they squashed their warmth into him.

Slowly she lifted her head and on her fours walked slowly down him, dragged her breasts along him, her wet tongue skipped along his body as she tasted him and her hair tickled him to conclude her procession of touch down his body. He watched and his cock, hidden from his view, twitched with anticipation, erect as though trying to jump away from the teasing.

Surrounded by the cascade of her hair, her mouth caught his cock and took it deep within, her mouth so warm, smooth and wet. She sucked his cock, it filled her mouth and still more of his cock disappeared into the cavity. She clamped her lips around it, raised her head and the skin of his cock slid along the shaft until it was at full stretch and then retracted. With her tongue she felt it slide along her tongue and lips. She pushed her head down again and repeated the process. He rocked on his hips, involuntary movements which reflected his pleasure.

Her hand held his balls, like a gunner holding the magazine of a machine gun, she played with his senses and hers, waiting to squeeze the trigger and let the bullets fly. His balls hefted themselves to the top of his sack and her teasing hand gently pulled them down. His hips rocked, his breath was deep as he sucked air in. He reached for her and held her head; his fingers twirled her hair as he waited for the safety catch to be disarmed.

She wanted to see him shoot. How far? How much? What would it look like- thin and watery, or thick and creamy? She wanted to see his face. She wanted to taste. And she wanted to feel the power of his ejaculation inside her mouth. She wanted everything. She pushed down again, her mouth filled with his cock and then pulled away to feel his skin retracting under her lips.

Her mind was settled. She decided and lifted her mouth from him as her hands took over. Two hands on his cock, she started to stroke him in earnest. They gripped him tight as she slid his skin up and down his cock, she was determined that he’d shoot soon. His hands came to rest, one on either side of his cock, she brushed them away. She wanted it to be hers, all of it.

She held his cock in both of her hands as she watched the slit in the top, clear fluid had gathered around it and like a tear it broke from its place and began to roll down his cock. She stopped it with her tongue; she licked it and sat for a moment to taste. There was very little taste, she watched it gather again and taste tested it a second time. He watched her, he could see her face now and he looked at her breasts, they had been resting on his legs. She was so beautiful.

She looked at his cock again and saw the liquid trail down like tears, frustrated tears that had grown tired of the wait. She wiped them down his cock to use them as lubricant as she began to stroke again. She felt his balls to ensure that they were still tense.
Satisfied she giggled, and started to stroke again as he shifted his bum on the bed. His cock throbbed in her hands.

She didn’t want disappointment. The decision was hers, whether to empty him now, soon, later or never. The last wasn’t an option for her; she wanted to watch him cum, with full force and volume. She worried that if she waited it would all leak out and there would be no discernable orgasm to delight in. She wanted an eruption, to watch him blow, to see the liquid bullets fired with velocity. There was no choice, the decision was made.

His testicles were still hard, she knew they were full, her fingers gauged his tautness. She looked him in the eyes and her tongue went slowly around her lips.

“Mmm,” she said and giggled. He giggled too and she saw the tight muscles of his stomach contract. She bit her lower lip as she moved to be more comfortable.

Her hands were around his cock again and she started to pump. There would be no escape for his cock this time, it would deliver its contents to her, she was sure. She quickened her pumping action, both of her hands rifled up and down, her tongue was out with determined concentration. A little faster and the skin of his cock warmed. She bent closer to her task. Her hands going faster, up and down; he watched and anticipated with relish. His cock throbbed, he began to moan and his hands gripped the quilt of her bed. She didn’t slow her hands. She firmed the grip she had, held his cock tighter as she pumped. His moans stuttered, his hips rose a little, his breaths deepened and he moved his heels in closer. She grinned, satisfied that the pump action was enough and soon he’d fire.

She added a little more speed to the action and suddenly he was silent, his breathing stopped. She saw his body tense and then his hips rose. Her hands maintained their action as they followed his body. His bum on the bed again, she gripped him with a tight ferocity and as his hips rose, he screamed,

“Oh fuck!”

A jet of sperm shot from his cock and she saw it shoot his chin. She raised his cock and aimed it higher. A shot of cum rocketed out of his cock and landed on the bed head, its trajectory was as straight as a bullet. Again she lifted his cock as she continued to pump and the next shot, she guessed, went at least six feet into the air and fell to splash on the quilt beside him. Another rose and fell, its velocity was less but she was still impressed.

She lowered her head, took his cock in her mouth and continued to pump. She felt the squirt of his cum, it had a sweet, musky taste as it splashed and filled her mouth. She didn’t swallow, but waited for his next which she added to the first, retaining only the head of his cock in her mouth so she could gather a large harvest. Another squirt was accommodated, she lifted her head to savor her prize and watched his cock as cum dribbled from it to slick her hands.

His cock twitched, she watched as his balls adjusted and with her fingers she felt them move. More cum oozed from him as she bathed her tongue in his cum and felt it stiffen as she chased it around. Her mouth tingled, almost like pins and needles, and she imagined, though she couldn’t be sure, that so many million sperm were trying to find their way through the skin of her mouth to an egg they wouldn’t find.

His breathing was returning to normal, he watched her and she opened her mouth to show him the semen she had collected. They both giggled. A little escaped her lips and with a finger she put it back in her mouth. They waited a moment before her head tilted forward and she swallowed. She laughed as she wiped her hand across her lips.

Then she looked at his shrinking cock, with her finger she collected the accumulated semen and wiped it onto her breasts. He reached forward and massaged her breasts, from slippery they became sticky, with more massage her breasts became smooth and the semen, dried, cracked and began to flake from her.

She stretched, and realized that her back hurt. She held herself as she sat high between his legs and moved slowly to stand. Her legs were numb and it took time for her to regain feeling. He watched, and continued to be surprised by the massiveness of her breasts and the way they were so prominent compared with her pussy. Her pussy was still a secret; he felt he knew so little about it. He too stood and felt his legs and back.

They didn’t dress but he stood the mattress of her bed against the wall. Again he looked at the screws, the nuts and the bolts. He tightened more screws and nuts as he continued to journey around the bed. She got them both a drink as he worked. It was time consuming because of the awkwardness of it. He drank slowly as the work progressed.

She joined him on her back as he tightened a nut and watched him, his muscles prominent as he used them. She put her hand on his cock and felt its flaccid fluidity. That corner repaired they moved to the next where she again rested her hand on his cock and felt his balls. They then moved to the last corner, the one that needed new parts.

Her hand massaged him as he worked and his cock began to respond. It developed rapidly to become erect and she soon had it twitching with his pulse. As he worked she took his cock in her mouth and sucked it and tasted the residue of cum that remained from her having milked him. She caressed his cock and teased his balls as he worked.

Soon the bed was repaired and they got out from under it. She held his cock and led him to the mattress. They lifted it onto the bed and, bent over, she tucked the sheets and blankets in. He watched as she went around the bed with her bum up and legs apart. He watched as she worked, her breasts hung and he was able to see her pussy, the way it opened as she opened her legs. He thought he knew where his cock would enter her and saw how his cock still twitched. She bent further to pick the spanner off of the floor and she opened more, the bend of her back exaggerated, he could see her pink, wet bits.

His cock was ready; he held it and moved in quickly. He held her with his other hand and guided his cock into her wet cunt as he thrust.

He seized both her hips and sawed in and out of her. She steadied herself with her hands on the bed. He was impatient as he pumped, his hips flexed and she pushed back. Both of them grunted with the effort, open mouthed as they felt the movement, their worlds restricted to now. He held her hips as he fucked, they were coordinated in their actions, she murmured, as they teetered on the edge. He could feel her juices run down his legs, and drip off his balls.

She lost her coordination; he held her up, in front of him as he continued to drive into her. Her pussy felt fluid, as he pounded it with rapid strokes. His cock seemed to tighten, its throbs diminished, his face wrinkled with concentration and he came, semen flooded into her as she shouted, in large spurts it left him to fill her.

He felt the fluids flow out of her to bathe him as she came and added to the flood. Both had difficulty standing, he collapsed on top of her as she fell to the bed. They continued to fuck, their hips banged against each others, they didn’t think but were suffused in each other’s pleasure. When their juices stopped flowing they slowed and soon stopped.

He rolled off her and she rolled to face him, they looked at each other. He reached forward to smooth her hair away from her face and she reached forward to kiss him. He held her breast possessively as they kissed.