She bent over, stiff backed, across the tiled floor, putting her clothes into the front loading washer, jeans moulding to her trim ass.She bent over, stiff backed, across the tiled floor, putting her clothes into the front loading washer, jeans moulding to her trim ass. Almost heart shaped, an upside down heart, her ass waved at him across the room. George's cock jumped inside his loose slacks. Raising like a cobra seeking a victim, head flaring like a cobra hood, throbbing in his slacks, demanding to be let loose. George had visions of standing behind her, sliding his prick into the sweet wet cavern, holding on to those slim rounded hips as he slipped his pounding prick up her cunt. He turned away, fantasy building, his cock leaping to his heart beat, almost feeling her softness surrounding his prick. Sorting clothes aimlessly while he visioned the sweaty feel of her buttocks pressed to his groin, his hands cupping her ass while he plunged and dug his hefty cock between the clefted cheeks of her ass. "You want to put yours in with mine?" George's head whipped back. Visions of her soft voice asking him to slip his prick up inside her soft snatch. |