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Bar man and the Chef
Date: 8/15/2016, Categories: True Story, Author: Slipknot21, Rating: 86.1, Source: sexstories.com
lowering with her, as she lays back on the floor. im trying to stop but i cant, the love i have for her is intoxicating, dragging me in. i kiss up her belly as i remove her t-shirt, she isnt wearing a bra, her breasts are there and i take them in my mouth, as i slide my hand past the hem of her jogging pants. she isnt wearing panties, her soft pussy meets my hand, and i slide fingers in. im kissing her neck and she gasps. BECKY:" Fuck" she whispers to herself i should stop, but i cant, i feel her hand go down my pants as she grasps my cock, she begins to give me a hand job, playing with it, her hands are cold, this is wrong, but feels amazing. i sit up, and pull my top off, as she pulls her jogging pants off, and i do the same. i fall into a fiery kiss, and she guides my cock inside her. ME: "Becky.. please" i try to protest, no luck. BECKY:" i know.. we should.. should stop" she lies to herself. i go all the way in, then back out, i mean to pull out, but i go back in, the guilt, the pleasue out weighs it. Sarah becomes a distant memory BECKY: "we should stop, we should...sto..we..dont sto...Dont stop" she is so wet i can here my cock slipping in and out of her tights ...