By the time they reached the door his shirt was hanging limply on his shoulders, her heels kicked off and discarded somewhere she’d have to find in the morning. With a bump she was pressed into her closed bedroom door, his firm toned chest pressing to the softness of her figure through her dress and he broke the kiss, looking down at her, breathing hard, her hair a little more dishevelled, her glasses a little skewed on her face. “Fuck, you’re so hot…” he grinned as he looked down at her, much shorter now without her three-inch heels. She blushed and moved her hand down towards the door handle but he grabbed her wrists, pulling them above her head while she gasped and he grinned, leaning down to kiss her again, deep sex and with passion, their tongues mingling as he pinned her to her door, one hand holding both her wrists above her head and while she could have probably broken the grip, she really didn’t want to. Biting her lip as he pulled back slightly she looked at him with a sultry gaze, his spare hand pulling her dress up, his hand gliding over the silky smoothness of her stocking-clad thigh to squeeze at her hip and around to her bubbly ass, his thigh pressing between her own, finding her hard against him. He grinned and looked down at her, pressing himself forward so she could feel his own hardness against her thigh, which she pressed up slightly to greet, the two of them taking in the fact that he was bigger than she was. “D-don’t keep me waiting…” she said softly and, like a gentleman, he didn’t.He released her hand and took a half step back, beckoning with a hand towards the handle to her bedroom door. She half turned towards the door, then hesitated, her lips pursed as she drank in the view of his bare chest and abs through the parting in his unbuttoned shirt, his body toned and strong, his hands resting on his hips before, with a blush she turned the rest of the way, pushing open the door and moving to step inside the dark room. She didn’t get more than a step before she felt his hands on her, again under her dress, but this time lifting it up much higher. She let out a soft, “Ah,” as she lifted her hands up over her head, letting him lift her dress up and off, casting it aside on the floor where it was, after a second, joined by his shirt. Standing behind her he traced both his hands around his waist to her stomach, pausing briefly as he kissed her neck, sweeping his hands up to slip eagerly under the cups of her bra, feeling the warm softness of her heavy breasts between his fingers, finally feeling them skin to skin. Faith let out a soft little moan as she pressed back, her own hands moving to rest on his hips behind her as she felt her panty-clad ass press against his bulge, still torturously trapped in his jeans. With a gasp she felt as his splayed fingers purposefully trapped her hard nipples between his fingers, lifting and squeezing her breasts tighter against collage her chest as he bit harder at her neck, maybe even leaving a love bite as he ground his hard cock forward against the swell of her ass. After a moment he pulled his hands free from her now ill-adjusted bra, his hands moving to quickly unhook it, Faith quickly discarding it to the floor. He moved his hands back to her hips, thumbs hooking under the band of her panties, but she turned in his grip, smirking up at him as pressed the swell of her bare breasts to his chest, his hands instead slipping down inside her panties to hold onto her sizable butt. “You like these?” she asked a little teasing as she pressed her chest forward further, feeling his contrasting fit body against her soft supple one. She was by no means a big girl, but she would never get away being called any sort of slender or lithe. She was full figured, something Michael seemed to appreciate. In response he squeezed her close and leaned down, kissing her deeply for a moment before grinning, able to make out her features in the darkness of the room as they’d neglected to fully shut the group door from her lip apartment, “You know I do.” He leaned in again to kiss her but she placed a finger to his lips, reaching up to remove her glasses before leaning over to place them on a dresser, then reaching back to pull her bobble free, letting her long auburn hair cascade free like a waterfall of firey gold. She shook her head slightly, helping to fan it out and then she paused, blushing as she blinking up at him, practically seeing the stars in his eyes as she did so, then he grinned. “I thought girls typically put their hair in a bobble before going down on a guy…” He said, reaching up to run a hand through the lush silkiness of her now free hair. She laughed a little, looking up at him with a naughty little smirk, her hands unconsciously moving back to his sides just under his arms, tracing down over his strong figure towards his waist. “Ooh? You think I’m going to give you head, hm?” She said, trying to be coy and teasing, but he merely grinned as her hands met at the button to his bulging jeans. “Yup,” he said confidently, grinning and she found herself biting her lip. "...Okay, but only because I want to," she admitted with a smirk. Holding him by the front of his pants she turned, pushing him back towards the bed as they kissed again, one of his hands on her waist as they moved, the other kneading her full breast eagerly, at least until the back of his legs bumped against her mattress and he was pushed down into a seated position. She began to move to kneel but he slid his hands under her arms and pulled her forward, off balance. She let out a squeak as she fell forward and he laughed laying on his back as he pulled her down on top of him, Michael loving the feeling of her soft breasts as they pressed tight to his chest, her weight atop of him, her hair splaying messily around him as she leaned up, blushing brightly. “H-hey,” she stammered as she rolled onto her side beside him, looking to complain but being quieted by another deep kiss, one of his arms around her body, caressing her hair, his other down at his own jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them, finally freeing his hard cock to the coolness of the air in her room. As they kissed she lifted a thigh up over his legs, indian feeling it bump against the underside of his bare shaft. She moaned into the kiss as she realised what it was she felt, her hand moving down without needing to be prompted by him. He moaned back as he felt her hand wrap around his hard cock, which she squeezed testingly, figuring out its size as she stroked it, long slow motions up and down. Part Three “And I bet that quite a few have got naked for you.” Glynda and her mom were only about 20 years apart in age and You can do anything,” he said confidently. The living room TV was on Dean's new cable channel box playing music videos. He had a table like this in every room in his house. Ruri and Orihime looked real, like normal girls, but their hair and eye coloring were too unnatural, even Orihime's blue eyes were too brilliant. “Tom Jaxson.” Darius replied very hesitantly. ‘Finally!’ Diana thought as she lifted her hips to meet the desired invasion. "How is that helping?" hissed Tamara, turning back just in indian time for her face to bump against the dangling shaft of one of the pair of wolves before her. I was going to enjoy her too. Just after we’d got to the middle of the people Harry and sex Will pounced on me. I screamed as they lifted me up between them and held me in the spreadie position. George is sitting on a chair with Aunt Margie on top. He just pulled up his pants, and left group the bathroom, leaving me on the floor, tears streaming down my face, and cum dripping out of my sore asshole. Then I would move to lick her pussy, pushing her dildo out of the way as much as I could without making it fall out. Winter was mild here, so she could get away with wearing those skirts without freezing too much. Mom, I want to apologize, I didn't mean to usurp your authority today." Such a hot feeling, sucking off random strangers like that. ..TATTOO WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU WANT TO ON MY TIT. He didn’t come out. And he wasn't even conscious of the fact that he was kneading Bea's butt-cheeks. It was quite loud and I now knew why I could hear them on the beach. His anger mounting. Driven mad by her temptations, I blasted past her tongue, plunging mine into her collage mouth, her nails biting at my flesh, her moans bellowing up from deep within and her body tensing from electrified pleasure revealing her joy at my acceptance. "No he didn't. I said well could you make a call for me? She said sure. The damned meatloaf could go swing for all I cared.