"Oh, we can't finish that fast, Jo," Mike said, slowing his thrusts down until he stopped with just his his dick head inside her. "Peter won't be back for a while -- we have to make this good!"
"It IS good, fuck, dammit, fuck me." Joanne bucked her pelvis up at him.
Mike laughed, "yeaaahh, but by 'good' I mean that I don't cum in 2 seconds and then go limp!" He backed up and sat between her legs, massaging her thighs.
"OK, I guess you're right. A soft dick is a worthless dick!"
Mike stood up, took Joanne by the hands, and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go somewhere more comfortable," he said, leading her to a lounge chair. He sat down and invited her to join him. But she walked around the chair slowly, staring at him -- his eyes devoured her lovely body as she continued her circuit. She finally stopped and straddled the chair, pushing him back. He stared straight at her glorious bush and up at her firm titties as she crept closer. |