This time, I had a free arm, and I used it to grab her by the waist and hold her tightly. “
Her sphincter had relaxed enough to allow my cockhead to enter her, then clamped around me so that I was trapped, her muscles pinching me just below the rim of my purple helmet. I was going to say something, then thought better of it, and let her have her own space. “What are you doing, Jo?” I gasped. That post-coital elation was weaving its magic over both of us. And besides, where I really want to be is with you . The pickings were pretty slim, but Joanne found a spot that was ideal. But you feel so fucking good on my cock, and I doubt I’ll last for the whole morning if you keep stroking on me like this.” She pushed her head against mine, nuzzling me sensuously, just before I attacked her ear again. “God, Jim,” Joanne crowed, “that was almost too easy! Think you can stand to have your cock buried up my hole all the way?” Joanne suggested in a soft and inviting tone. The more I sucked her nipple, the more she wanted of it, and the more she wanted, the more I did, too.
