Finding out that he liked to taste the combined love juices, running his tongue deeply into her pussy, even bending her legs up high, spreading them wider, forcing his face between her thighs, digging his tongue deeper into her cunt, lapping and delving around the slitted hole, rising to show her, on his tongue the residue of their lust.Finding out that he liked to taste the combined love juices, running his tongue deeply into her pussy, even bending her legs up high, spreading them wider, forcing his face between her thighs, digging his tongue deeper into her cunt, lapping and delving around the slitted hole, rising to show her, on his tongue the residue of their lust. Astounded that any man would want to run his tongue up a hot steaming cunt that he'd just fucked and cum into, but loving the feeling and depravity he brought to her. Turned on again by the thought, she'd sucked him hard again, then licked his body all over, savoring the salty sweat, the crease at the bottom of his spine, lapping broad tongued at his tightening testicles until he'd grabbed her, making her kneel with her elbows supporting her upper body, ass high in the air while he knelt between her calves and inserted his cock from behind. Fucking long stroked, balls dangling beteen her thighs, her face looking backward up from under her body past her hanging breasts, watching his slippery thick cock vanish into her wooly opening, to reappear covered with her slick wetness. His hands using her hips as handles, pulling her willing ass back onto his cock, until with rapidly quickening lunges, he'd cum again, matching her orgasms, and then knelt and sucked her off from behind, tongue slithering deeply into her almost over worked cunt. She sighed, remembering. Her mind still on the summer's day, Linda drove with automatic movements, pulling into the almost empty parking lot by the laundromat, glancing at her watch, shocked to find the it was after one in the morning. Where had the evening gone. Gathering her mesh bag, entering the bright flourescent light of the laundromat to find the only other soul present was a young unsmiling man, lost in his own thoughts, paying no attention to her at all. She placed her mesh bag on top of a washer across the room from him, watching him carelessly loading the machine with his dark jeans and mixing the towels in with his shirts and shorts. Another dumb bastard that doesn't know how to wash clothes she thought, thinks that woman's place is in the home, can't be bothered to learn simple household tasks, but thinks that he knows. |