Again, I get those thoughts of just finishing you there and then for my own pleasure. But I want us to finish on a shared note. I pull out of you (to the complaints of my dick!) and you collapse down onto the bed. I realise how difficult the arms backward thing is for you, and appreciate that you do it for me. I collapse beside you and we both catch our breath. After a couple of minutes of dozing, I say: "I also take note of what people like" and with that, I say "Choose which side.". You get a mischievous grin because you know what I am planning, and you roll over onto your left side and you draw your right leg up nearly in line with your chest. Brunette I kneel over your outstretched leg and move toward you. Seems like I amateur have been moving toward you a lot today. How lucky for me that you want me moving toward you. Else by now you might have started objecting ha ha. I line myself up with you and think to myself how very lined up I am to be able to do you up the arse. Not today though, this is about finishing off with something pleasurable for you. I just slip straight in (the front way) because you are soaked. But it still feels tight because this position gives us both maximum sensation. Again, and I know I have already said it, I like this position because you are surrendering yourself to me, and you trust me. And I get to see most of you in this position. I get to see your face, your tits, your arse and your blowjob legs. I like seeing your legs, especially in this position. I love how I get to hold your bent leg whilst I can feel my balls being crushed against the warmth of your lower leg. And for the manyeth time today, I begin to stroke in and out. I have one hand squeezing your right breast and the other is holding your bent leg, pulling you back towards me as I push in. You obviously like this because you are telling me so, telling me how you get to feel me going in and out and how you can feel this in your pussy and rubbing against your lips more than in any other position. Every so often my left hand leaves your breast to stroke through your hair, or to stroke gently down the side of your face. And sometimes my hand rests on your right hip and pushes forward, so that it opens you up even further. At least, that's the way it feels. "Mmmmmm, mmmm" you are saying, and you are holding onto my forearms and pulling me into you. "I don't know how much more I can take of this" I say to you as my strokes get more urgent. My balls are quickly getting to the point where they are going to take over my brain function. "I just need you to keep going a little longer. Just a bit longer" you say. "Why?" I reach down moving my hands over her head. She looked hurt and then told that it had started when he had taken her to swinging parties where he had played with other women but wouldn’t allow her Brunette to play or join in. She told me how dejected and hurt she felt especially when he would then spend hours talking about how good the other women were in bed. Uh, uh, uh, uh I heard her go. The walls of her cunt spasmed wildly against Warrick’s cock. Every step was sweet torture for Janet. "Alex, what the hell are you doing?" Taking my dick out and sucking when her mother is doing chores outside. It was really entertaining to watch him work. Then I collapsed into panting joy, shuddering, staring up at my daughter's furred muff. Is something wrong? 
They always fought. I shuffled back and started to get the hell out of there. “No rush, a cup of tea in blowjob about half an hour would be great if it’s not too much trouble.” I walked back and sat on the bed; she moved close to me. “Miabelis, a whore does far less than we’ve just done, and she does it for just the money, probably for more amateur money than this.” I showed the bill.