11:53, 2007-Feb-23
Nancy braced a hand on Sean's chest, and with the other, guided him home into her pussy. The first sweet push inside set her tingling again. Men have no idea, she thought.
Truly; for although Sean noticed her intake of breath, the delectably hard nipples and even the little frisson which passed over her like goose bumps, he had seldom felt that kind of sensitivity. Like most men, he hadn't the estrogen levels for it.
It was like a come, only a come whispered, gently. Nancy loved her sex! She was thirty-six, her prime; and the twenty-eight-year-old married man on her bed really turned her crank.
The bone-hard curving cock of the fireman filled her. "God, you feel nice," she said.
His rugged face split in a grin, and he reached for her flanks. Seated astride, she squirmed around and around, savoring the endlessly fascinating feeling of hot man, inside the pussy where they belong.
His firm touch moved up across her ribs and he cupped her breasts. He does that just right! she marveled. "Oh, yeah, take 'em!" she told him. She leaned in and his lips brushed a nipple, sending yet another wave of gooseflesh over her neck and chest. She called his name gratefully.
They'd been fucking already since her noon break, and she wanted to make him late and have sex all afternoon. The man was a cut above; a real find!
