She pushed him down into the sand and pressed her lips to his neck, gently sucking the skin in between her teeth. O'Hanrahan braced his hand on her hips, feeling himself grow harder under the minx on his lap.
The courier's fingers traced the defined muscles of his abdomen before dipping into his boxers. He inhaled a trembling breath as her dainty hand gripped his length. She began to slide down his body, pealing the cloth off his body and exposing him to her.
O'Hanrahan propped himself up by his elbows to see that the courier was doing but quickly threw his head back as her tongue slid along his manhood.
His mouth hung open as she encased his entire length with her mouth, applying pressure across the underside of his cock. His hand curled in the locks of hair on her scalp as her head began to bob. Each squeeze of her hand and flick of her tongue had his body on the edge.
Sensing his need for release grow stronger, the courier climbed back over to him, straddling his hips once more. She pressed his manhood up against her slick entrance, slowly impaling herself on his length.
The courier let a deep groan escape her throat as her hips settled against his. The feeling of being completely filled by him was making her body feel electrified as she began to move her hips .
O'hanrahan looked at the courier for a moment, skeptical at how he could have such a magnificent woman giving herself to him. Everything from the way she tossed her head back, to how her hips met him in perfect synchronization, to the way her plump lips separated to release a sweet moan had his enamoration for the girl grow deeper.
The courier looked down to catch his gaze, she smiled at the way his eyes glasses over in pleasure. She rolled her hips, rocking herself against.
It might not have been the rough and hard tryst she had been aiming for originally, but the closeness and compassion she felt from him more than made up for it.
The friction built up slow inside her until she began thrusting herself harder on him, increasing the pace dramatically. O'Hanrahan's breaths became shorter and more uneven with each stroke.
O'Hanrahan pulled the couriers head down to meet him, his lips embracing her swollen ones. She began to grind her hips forward, stimulation her bundle of nerves against his shaft
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timeasmymeasure
Baby Is What He Calls Me 5/?
Date: 2012-04-23 02:25 pm (UTC)The courier's fingers traced the defined muscles of his abdomen before dipping into his boxers. He inhaled a trembling breath as her dainty hand gripped his length. She began to slide down his body, pealing the cloth off his body and exposing him to her.
O'Hanrahan propped himself up by his elbows to see that the courier was doing but quickly threw his head back as her tongue slid along his manhood.
His mouth hung open as she encased his entire length with her mouth, applying pressure across the underside of his cock. His hand curled in the locks of hair on her scalp as her head began to bob. Each squeeze of her hand and flick of her tongue had his body on the edge.
Sensing his need for release grow stronger, the courier climbed back over to him, straddling his hips once more. She pressed his manhood up against her slick entrance, slowly impaling herself on his length.
The courier let a deep groan escape her throat as her hips settled against his. The feeling of being completely filled by him was making her body feel electrified as she began to move her hips .
O'hanrahan looked at the courier for a moment, skeptical at how he could have such a magnificent woman giving herself to him. Everything from the way she tossed her head back, to how her hips met him in perfect synchronization, to the way her plump lips separated to release a sweet moan had his enamoration for the girl grow deeper.
The courier looked down to catch his gaze, she smiled at the way his eyes glasses over in pleasure. She rolled her hips, rocking herself against.
It might not have been the rough and hard tryst she had been aiming for originally, but the closeness and compassion she felt from him more than made up for it.
The friction built up slow inside her until she began thrusting herself harder on him, increasing the pace dramatically. O'Hanrahan's breaths became shorter and more uneven with each stroke.
O'Hanrahan pulled the couriers head down to meet him, his lips embracing her swollen ones. She began to grind her hips forward, stimulation her bundle of nerves against his shaft