1. Benefits Of Being A Samaritan, Part 2


    Date: 8/21/2017, Categories: Mature, Author: ReligousEagle, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    could feel how wet she was on my cock, and the sound of my skin slapping against her body got louder until she stopped pushing, her legs trembled as she came. I paused, then slowly pulled out. ‘What you doing?’ I knelt behind her. I licked up the inside of her thighs, until my nose brushed her pussy. Then with her legs spreading wider I pushed my tongue into her soaked hole; she just moaned a little as my finger reached up to rub her clit softly. Then I licked higher, my hands on her buttocks, parting them as my tongue did little circles on her puckered asshole. ‘Oh, Dave, that feels so good. No one has ever done that before!’ My tongue pushed into her, and she stopped, going still. With my wet finger I gently pushed into her ass while my tongue went back to her pussy, sucking on her swollen lips. I could sense and feel her pussy starting to tremble, and as my finger was slipping in and out her ass she came again. I held her as she came, then turned her around as she sat on the table. My cock slid back into her wanting pussy, and leaning forward we kissed deeply. I gently rocked back and forth, ...
    as my strokes got deeper and harder. I wasn’t going to hold back this time; I felt my twitch and I came hard just as she leaned all the way onto the table. We were both sweaty and spent. The whole time I could hear my phone vibrating on the floor in my trousers. ‘You’d better get that this time.’ It was buzzing again. I took the call, another breakdown to go and fix. Jean grabbed her robe and put it back on as I got dressed. We chatted about what I did and where I went as she put the kettle on and made drinks. When I told her that I do spend quite a bit of time in hotels, she said what a good idea it would be to meet there, so we arranged to meet when I was next away. After we finished our drinks we went to the front door. Before she opened it we kissed deeply. I really wanted her again, but we both had to go to work. About two days later, I got a call; could I go and fix a machine in Germany - I would drive across, and spend two nights away. I called Jean to see if she could do the trip, and she said she would call back later. Half an hour later I got a text. ‘What time are you picking me up?’
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