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He smiled and met her gaze, “Quickly? So we can hurry up and get to yours?” She blushed, “I have… Well, I have a…” “A?...” “Dick?” She asked, even though it wasn’t a question. To his credit, and her surprise, he didn’t immediately walk away, though he did hesitate for a moment, “Oh. No shit?” “Yeah…” “Mm.” He was quiet for another long moment, then shrugged emphatically, grinning as he stood again, a little more insistent, “Who cares, come on.” “W-wait!” She stammered, releasing his hand and he looked about to give her a ‘what this time’, but fell silent as she picked up her glass of wine, drained it and scooped her handbag, “A-alright, let's go.” He grinned and held her hand as they made from the club, waiting only a moment before handing her his phone so she could put her address in, eager to place the order for the Uber. The wait and ride was mercifully short and they’d had real difficulties keeping their hands off of one another for the journey. She’d put a hand on his arm just to keep steady and had found herself holding his bicep. He’d noticed, glanced at her and while smirking, flexed his arm, displaying his strength. She’d melted into him in an pornstar instant and they’d started making out, facing each tattoo other, her hand on his waist and her other on his back, his socks on her side, the other resting on the back of the car seat, just by her breast. As they’d drawn close she’d taken his free hand in her own, pulling it to her chest, his fingers splaying and sinking into the soft warmth of her breast through the fabric of her dress and bra. The Uber driver had to, awkwardly, shout back at them twice as he pulled up at her place before they eventually untangled themselves from each others embrace, Michael muttering a low apology to the Uber driver even as he wore a grin and a well-defined lipstick mark on his cheek as he tried to salvage his rating with the driver, both of them climbing from the car. “T-this way,” she said, looking towards one of the apartment buildings, fishing in her handbag for her keys which she produced, letting them both in. Their footsteps clicked on the tiled stairs as they ascended, opting out of using the lift as she only lived on the second floor. Even so, and teen likely because of Michael, Faith found herself feeling a little breathless as she fumbled at her door with the keys, feeling his hands slip around her waist, giving her a soft squeeze as he leaned in, her ponytail giving him easy access to kiss at her neck. She found the correct key, pushed it into the lock and twisted, but she found herself hesitating for a moment, her head tilted back against his shoulder as she gasped gently, her lips parted as he bit gently at her neck, sending shivers down her spine. He leaned forward and she felt him against her back, urging her forward. Biting her lip she opened the door and let it swing inwards, where she stepped quickly followed by Michael who didn’t for an instant take her hands off her waist as she turned around to face him. She opened her mouth to talk but he placed his hand on her cheek, his other flicking the light on in the apartment as he leaned in, kissing her full lips, passionate and desperate, his foot catching the door, swinging it shut behind them as he started to urge her once more onwards. She stepped carefully backwards, dropping her handbag on the floor with a clatter as she turned her body to the side, Michael following as she began to step back towards her bedroom, her fingers at his cumshot chest, trying to undo the buttons of his shirt. By the time they reached the door his shirt was hanging limply on his shoulders, her heels kicked off and discarded somewhere she’d have to find in the morning. With a bump she was pressed into her closed bedroom door, his firm toned chest pressing to the softness of her figure through her dress and he broke the kiss, looking down at her, breathing hard, her hair a little more dishevelled, her glasses a little skewed on her face. “Fuck, you’re so hot…” he grinned as he looked down at her, much shorter now without her three-inch heels. She blushed and moved her hand down towards the door handle but he grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head while she gasped and he grinned, leaning down to kiss her again, deep and with passion, their tongues mingling as he pinned her to her door, one hand holding both her wrists above her head and while she could have probably broken the grip, she really didn’t want to. Biting her lip as he pulled back slightly she looked at him with a sultry gaze, his spare hand pulling her dress up, his hand gliding over the silky smoothness of her stocking-clad thigh to squeeze at her hip and around to her bubbly ass, his thigh pressing between her own, finding her hard against him. He grinned and looked down at her, pressing himself forward so she could feel his own hardness against her thigh, which she pressed up slightly to greet, the two of them taking in the fact that he was bigger than she was. The blonde bent over her, perfect, tanned rump aimed right at me. Like Mollie, Essence teen had a shaved pussy peeking between her thighs, just a hint of her inner labia thrusting tattoo out past her out vulva. She let him screw her socks for a few minutes then pulled her hips away. During the next commercial, Sharon asked, “Joshie, do you want anything…,” She acted as if she was getting up from the chair; both legs planted on the ground. I inhaled it. “Thank you Andy, I like it too. Is that understood?" Pleased it. The only man I loved. You really know how to slay a girl's dreams don't ya." She turned around, “Yes?” Angling the penis up with one hand, the fingers of her other gently began examining the head. I knew cumshot he desired me. I drank in his pornstar attention. He then carried her down into the basement where he dumped her on the hard concrete floor. She turns her head around and asks me: "You slutty little lesbian whore." Her right hand reached under and lifted one of the horse's balls. And he then studied the extremely attractive seventy five year old lady dining with them. Marie knelt in the triangle for a moment. “I-I’m not gay.” He said, voice shaking, like a girls Athena thought. She knew she had a body to be proud of but she was not used to showing it off. He stripped off his shirt, flexing his hard tattooed chest. I didn’t doubt she’d skin me alive with a polite smile on her face if Julia ordered it.