As they kissed, she knew he could taste himself and that served to make her even hotter.As they kissed, she knew he could taste himself and that served to make her even hotter. Damn, she thought, this kid's good. And in a few years, he'll be great. Knowing that he was still hard, Irish murmured, "How do you want it? Do you want to be on top, or do you want me to?" "You, ma'am. Please ride me." Spreading her legs, she straddled the thick shaft between his legs that still pointed straight up, hard as steel. She reached down, ready to smear some of her wet heat on the head of his shaft, but his hands were already there, probing, testing the warmth of her readiness. She held herself still, letting his blunt calloused fingers explore. One digit entered her as his thumb pressed briefly over her clitoris. A shudder passed through her. "Don't make me wait, Billy Joe," she whispered. "I want you inside me now." Using his fingers to spread her open, his other hand guided her hips down until she was fully impaled on his cock. A long sigh escaped her. -This- was what she enjoyed best, feeling the long hard length of a man filling her completely. She waited a minute before she began to rock over his body, letting him thrust in and out of her. |