must be hard, I wouldn’t be able to remember it all,” Loryn effectively steers the conversation. My eyes don’t leave Jacob’s, a smile touches his lips, the same smile that touches mine. Shit I’m wet.
******
“Deeper!” I cry out and he delivers. My legs grips hi s hips, my back is pressed against the wall. “Fucking deeper!”
“Christ,” he groans and presses forward. My feet then hit the ground and my body is pushed none too gently over the couch. Effectively forcing me to bare my ass to him. Not that I care. He slams home , I cry out, loudly, without shame or reservations.
My hand bats his away so I can tweak my swollen and sensitive nub, this way he can concentrate on his thrusts without the distraction of having to play with me. His hands squeeze my breasts, each more than a handful. Thumbs circle my nipples. So close.
It happens, he cries out with me. Gripping my tits with an almost bruising force, his body jerks making his hips pump rapidly into me, without rhythm. until every last drop of him leaves his body and enters mine.
Then I’m falling over my head with a squeal as he lifts my legs and drops them on the couch. His body covers mine and his hard length slides inside once more. We’re apparently not finished. Fucking love his stamina!
******
“This, or this?” Jacob asks. I blink at him, shampoo bubbles leaking down my forehead.
“That one,” I point to the navy blue shirt in his right hand.
“Good choice,” he nods his approval and vanishes back into my bedroom. I quickly rinse my hair , he enters the bathroom again.
“These, or these?”
“Those,” I point to the light blue denim jeans in his left hand.
“My thoughts exactly,” and then he’s gone again, the door shuts behind him. I begin to condition my hair.
“Hair like this? Or like this?” He messes his short blonde hair and then smoothes it back.
“Just fucked,” I opt for the first style. He grins and with a little wax on his hands, messes up his locks. “Perfect.” He looks fucking brilliant.
Then he sits on the closed toilet, “Are you about to wash yourself?”
“Well, yeah. That’s kind of the point of a shower Jake,” I laugh and rinse my hair.
“Awesome,” he grins and relaxes back, his eyes on me.
What the hell is he doing? “Don’t you have something to do?”
“The question should be, someone to do? But yeah, I do have something to do. I’m doing it right now and then I have someone to do, I’m doing her in a minute,” his blue eyes sparkle with mischief. I laugh and soap up a sponge, I bend over so my body is folded in half and start washing my ankles, carefully and slowly working my way up with the soft sponge.
Upon looking up, Jacob’s eyes are on me and to his pupils are dilated and hungry looking, his trousers are pulled down to his knees and his hand is wrapped around his gorgeous, swollen cock. Hasn’t he had enough?
I laugh again, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he grunts and his nostrils flare when I slowly rub my soapy hands over my tits and over my navel.
“Pretty sure that’s not nothing.” I point to his hand pumping away at a leisurely pace.
He only smiles and continues working himself. I never thought I’d get pleasure in seeing a man masturbate. I was wrong. This has to be the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Not to mention it’s making me wet.
“You good?” I ask with a smirk.
He nods and moans when I lick the running water from my lips. “I’m good. Really fucking good.”
“Good.”
“So good,” he groans low in his throat. It sends a pulse of excitement through me. “Christ you’re so damn hot.”
I reach forward, ready to turn the shower off.
His clear demand makes me stop, “Don’t fucking touch it. You have no idea how sexy you look right now.”
“If you say so.”
“I’m recording this,” like hell you are. “Or better yet. When I go to England, I want you on Skype, in the shower,
******
“Deeper!” I cry out and he delivers. My legs grips hi s hips, my back is pressed against the wall. “Fucking deeper!”
“Christ,” he groans and presses forward. My feet then hit the ground and my body is pushed none too gently over the couch. Effectively forcing me to bare my ass to him. Not that I care. He slams home , I cry out, loudly, without shame or reservations.
My hand bats his away so I can tweak my swollen and sensitive nub, this way he can concentrate on his thrusts without the distraction of having to play with me. His hands squeeze my breasts, each more than a handful. Thumbs circle my nipples. So close.
It happens, he cries out with me. Gripping my tits with an almost bruising force, his body jerks making his hips pump rapidly into me, without rhythm. until every last drop of him leaves his body and enters mine.
Then I’m falling over my head with a squeal as he lifts my legs and drops them on the couch. His body covers mine and his hard length slides inside once more. We’re apparently not finished. Fucking love his stamina!
******
“This, or this?” Jacob asks. I blink at him, shampoo bubbles leaking down my forehead.
“That one,” I point to the navy blue shirt in his right hand.
“Good choice,” he nods his approval and vanishes back into my bedroom. I quickly rinse my hair , he enters the bathroom again.
“These, or these?”
“Those,” I point to the light blue denim jeans in his left hand.
“My thoughts exactly,” and then he’s gone again, the door shuts behind him. I begin to condition my hair.
“Hair like this? Or like this?” He messes his short blonde hair and then smoothes it back.
“Just fucked,” I opt for the first style. He grins and with a little wax on his hands, messes up his locks. “Perfect.” He looks fucking brilliant.
Then he sits on the closed toilet, “Are you about to wash yourself?”
“Well, yeah. That’s kind of the point of a shower Jake,” I laugh and rinse my hair.
“Awesome,” he grins and relaxes back, his eyes on me.
What the hell is he doing? “Don’t you have something to do?”
“The question should be, someone to do? But yeah, I do have something to do. I’m doing it right now and then I have someone to do, I’m doing her in a minute,” his blue eyes sparkle with mischief. I laugh and soap up a sponge, I bend over so my body is folded in half and start washing my ankles, carefully and slowly working my way up with the soft sponge.
Upon looking up, Jacob’s eyes are on me and to his pupils are dilated and hungry looking, his trousers are pulled down to his knees and his hand is wrapped around his gorgeous, swollen cock. Hasn’t he had enough?
I laugh again, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing,” he grunts and his nostrils flare when I slowly rub my soapy hands over my tits and over my navel.
“Pretty sure that’s not nothing.” I point to his hand pumping away at a leisurely pace.
He only smiles and continues working himself. I never thought I’d get pleasure in seeing a man masturbate. I was wrong. This has to be the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. Not to mention it’s making me wet.
“You good?” I ask with a smirk.
He nods and moans when I lick the running water from my lips. “I’m good. Really fucking good.”
“Good.”
“So good,” he groans low in his throat. It sends a pulse of excitement through me. “Christ you’re so damn hot.”
I reach forward, ready to turn the shower off.
His clear demand makes me stop, “Don’t fucking touch it. You have no idea how sexy you look right now.”
“If you say so.”
“I’m recording this,” like hell you are. “Or better yet. When I go to England, I want you on Skype, in the shower,
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