Cristina Bella – Wonderful Ass For A Great Cock

His touches and shy – at first – caresses were more evidence of his affection. I don’t think I’ve ever felt more mature, more loving, more womanly as I rolled slightly to him, leaned over him, and kissed him deeply, neither of us worried or hesitant in this first entirely public display of our forbidden love. Then I lifted myself and shifted forward, taking his cock lightly and positioning myself directly over it. Paul in his golf shirt and slacks, me in another sun dress, a recent purchase. Then he added a whole other layer of bliss as he leaned over me, his chest almost resting on my back, reached around, and cupped each breast, pinching each nipple lovingly between thumb and forefinger. As his cock began its familiar rhythmic thrusting into me, as my hips adopted their natural rhythmic response, rising to meet each of his thrusts, I was able to whisper just a few words in his ear; “Paul, this is perfect…just perfect, bro.