Based on "The Eagle" by Alfred, Lord TennysonOn pavement he hobbles, too great a height;A flower that blooms in deepest of night, His corset ringed in far too. I could hear the sound of her breathing becoming more and more labored and the sound of her wetness around my cock. The feeling of her skin underneath mine and the touch of her hands was intensified. It was a welcome change from pounding her with the tv turned up or the billboard top 100 blasting from the stereo. This time it was just us. I was almost in a trance taking in the sensation of everything involved and before we knew it I was thrusting into her pussy deep and hard but not fast. Still. "Oh ... oh ... oh ... godddddddddd!!!!!!" she screamed as she orgasmed as I imparted a hickey of the back of her neck, hidden from view if she left her hair down. "Fuck ... fuck..." she panted as I moved to the foot of the bed.Her thighs had parted and I could see a wetness to her pussy lips and a small trickle of juices coming from her pussy and leaking down between her ass cheeks.I picked up her foot. She has small well proportioned and sexy feet. I brought her toes to my lips and I started. Jody skated up to the driver’s side of the custom-painted Chevelle. She immediately recognized Jake.“Nice car, lover boy,” she said.Jake thanked her and ordered for him and Sara. When Jody skated off to the order window Jake explained the game that his sisters ran on Jody when he came there with them. Sara laughed at their antics.“Your sisters are a tough act to follow,” she said. “Let’s see if I can uphold your reputation.”When Jody skated back with their order, Sara was sitting facing Jake..Read More
